Yr Poem

I looked in the mirror

killed the lights

foustfoustfoust

behind me appeared 

winter beard born of

August last year

He pierces my sounds sound

prays my words word

tickles my necks neck

i expected a boogie man

i was given a poet

i expected to bleed

to die here

in a pool of 

couplets and consciousness

i came to, 

the neighbors dog

wetting my eyes