experimental poetry (Remove filter)
i survived NYC
My brain is leaking out my nose.
leaving an imprint on the soles of my shoes as I walk on,
it splatters,
squelching,
as the birds pitter, patter on,
a minuscule impact behind the larger one.
the sky tilts with me,
f-lling
fall-n
fa-l (how do you spell -alling? i thnik. ha;ve I ‘forgtten’ HO?W t0 write to )
Click
Click
...
Thursday 30th June 2022 3:15 am
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Blue
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Elected by Smoke: 133 Men Decide for over a Billion
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Blue
12 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Spectator
12 hours ago
Telboy on Spectator
14 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Spectator
14 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Blue
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Eight Decades On
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Blue
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku don Bhliain 2025 [Uimhir a cúig déag 15 on Victory (over what?) Day]
15 hours ago