STALLED
Words. Messages. Responses.
Everything on hold still waiting to be installed
Gently frustratingly climbing and clawing the wall
Been there, said that, wrote that, covered it all
Wounded and bleeding and seething unto you I crawl
You’re feeding the dead when I’m waiting instead and still conscious
© Delia Ross. 2019
There was was a guy named Mark. Who liked to smell everyone’s farts. He got so high, he floated the sky. And that was his best form of art.
I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again
and when you search for me in your soul, I’ll be resting there
I’m just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats
(c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.
PoeEternal 