Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Donald Justice, politics, unsettling
But these maneuverings to avoid
The touching of hands,
These shifts to keep the eyes employed…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Donald Justice, love poetry