Poetry Weekly – Kei Patrick
Bazaar.
We aar we aar
bazaar bazaar
we cannot help but
lose time lose it
whatever we aar
we do bazaar
………things.
White Noise
The best weather is when it rains,
inside, at night,
a storm, white noise
pouring in the brain,
white noise pouring me
into silence, into sleep.
Angel
Where is your beloved? Angel
They found you in the snow Angel
When they picked you up you Angel
Were cold, but you warmed their hands Angel
……………………………………………………….Angel
What are you thinking about? Angel
I think I know you, Angel
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