windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::

Month: January, 2017

look here

the one who signs the papers into law has a familiar name, and is easy to mock. the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen, rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.

we know

the steam that I would blow with snark, i’m saving up for love poems to you

waking up

winter deepens. it’s true: my favorite song was written to sell records.