My Heart Playin’ Parts

all these ramblings written,
rarely about what i’m
truly feelin’,

and coffin lid’s not
my true ceiling.

poems are just the notions that
offer selves to angler for
for deep fishin’

and wildest

still, i’d rather rest here
n’ pluck my heart than
talk down erections

from room’s shady
dust section.



4 thoughts on “My Heart Playin’ Parts

    • I really appreciate that. I am not sure why I write the way I do, it just kind of happens that way. So I try not to get in the way. I am sure there’s a fine line between brilliance and brain damage… I am probably exist somewhere in between the two. Thanks for reading!

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