Biography of eddie frelford
i have always been one that has drowned in words, they keep me alive and ironically afloat, yet subsequently draw me closer to death.
in all honesty, even though i write these poems, they only exist because there is a certain someone out there that makes me breathe.
were it not for their existence, i would not write poetry.
were it not for them,
there would not be me.
i thank them,
in silence and slumber.
Living The Dream
porn for breakfast, cameras in zoom,
the painted man who'll haunt your womb
magicool madness, muggy like me,
drawing on footballs at signature school,
breaking through barriers, ripping down walls,
cutting off wristbands, catching the fall,
belle and sebastian, scissor paper rocks
ginger wig pansies and irish jig socks
elephantitis, what does that mean? ,