Poem: The boy with the issue of blood II By Enotor Prosper
A knife, its lip of silver, kisses into your wrist to
uncoil the streaks of ennui passing for veins along your arms ___boy, bleed. Your ex lover so turned up the volume
Poem: I Collect What Remains of this Poem in Another Dream By Enotor Prosper
My Father tweaks my skull a little more, making certain it doesn’t fall out. In the dream, we don’t talk. You could get hanged
Poem:Waking From a Dream Where I Try to Catch my Mother’s Soul Before It Makes for Paradise By Enotor Prosper
like it’s never been there? Imagine my shock when I hear the vacuum cleaner humming mother’s tune. In