Immersed in the slabs of the labs of forensic diviners My poetry brain sits in some sick existential crisis While cannibals do their work with swift expertise I rob the thesaurus I wish I had more cheese I stare at the screen that’s looming in…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Immersed in the slabs of the labs of forensic diviners My poetry brain sits in some sick existential crisis While cannibals do their work with swift expertise I rob the thesaurus I wish I had more cheese I stare at the screen that’s looming in…