Zachary Scott Hamilton
Bush wick in the fortiesI cannot be / disturbed as of / now, usually, predictions / are like loose / leaves, scattering all / the / acorns of
Back to my Life
Like I lost / / Out in the fray, lookin’ for the sun. Everything’s changed, can’t / catch myself – back to my mind, back to my room. Lookin’
The Top 50 Moments of the 2014 Winter
(written in real time between February 7th and February 23rd, 2014) // / This one. // This one. // This one. // This one. // This one. // This one.
On Visiting the Keats Memorial House
On Visiting the Keats Memorial House / I guess I expected golden-haired Autumn / to be there, clutching a tear-stained / shawl tight to her
Hospital, Night / When she wheeled me in, / her body was no longer filmed with light, / her voice and my voice / no longer came muffled, metallic
Trace William Cowen
I always felt nervous around the / bad boys / With their Jonathan Taylor Thomas / haircuts / and stepdad's cologne // Like the girls who asked to
I´d Like To Escape The Romance
It´s my sense of smell that´s left or forgotten. / In that towel. In the last hotel condition. / I can´t help but want and want. But the receipts.
As if the Vacancies Themselves could Form
It wasn’t a bluff, but I didn’t expect you / to call it so quickly. Didn’t expect you / / to bleed the truth. I ain’t gettin’ / any younger. I
© Ink Node, 2014