i love
poems
where the
lines
look like
shattered
heming
way
sen
tences
the words
& syl
lables
hang
down
the page
like long
black
fuses
waiting
for
matches
they
dream
you will
light
them
they
want to
fuck
you up
good
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
poems
where the
lines
look like
shattered
heming
way
sen
tences
the words
& syl
lables
hang
down
the page
like long
black
fuses
waiting
for
matches
they
dream
you will
light
them
they
want to
fuck
you up
good