So I wrote a few very short poems while waiting for someone this morning. Thought I might as well put them here. They're nothing special but I just like getting stuff out of me.
Graveyard
My shoes smell like a graveyard
And in fact, they are;
of the whitest beach,
the loudest band,
a kiss,
a smile.
I put them on
and lace them up
ignoring the torn edges
and cracked sole.
How did I
How did I
come back here
knowing it all
how it works
what people say
How did I
leave this place
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