Tag: BadPoetry

  • Afternoon on a Lake

    We wrote poems in cigarette smoke, or sex as it ran down the side of a boat intertwined in water from a dammed-up lake, forced to exist.   Ash singed the pages, humid moonlight that burned our hands until we could not touch. drops hit the glass surface, coerced water rippled.   Debris floated in…

  • Once, I Was Asked Why I Stayed (#1)

    The necklace around my neck hands or curse words slipping   across a Pine-Sol floor I should’ve cleaned better                                     like dishes   slamming against a wall the muzzle chilling my temple an empty freezer expired chipped paint over a patched hole