homeless in a denim jacket (a poem of jessie’s

[toxymoxy]

loved into yr blue eyes
  , under glass sheets, by
an elevator with all the buttons pushd.

my home away
from home,
      either a stretch under a bridge
or strong arms & blonde hawk -

you should stop asking if im yrs, good
sir knight;

suspense kills me.

Comments

[horrorwh0re]

I love your stlye of writing.

Still don't understand comments.

[anonymous]

Enjoyed that, more than I usually enjoy teenage poetry, maybe because you might feel insulted if I called it that. It's possible that it's more substantial. You're old for a young person and write oddly well. Don't stop.