Kyle Schlicher Poems

my hand moves
grasping
the writing instrument
letters
...

i search
the
day long
for just
...

he said,
'it feels good
here in the water.'
...

i complain about simple things,
people,
waiting in line,
the heat,
...

is a syringe half filled
or is it half empty?

the answer
...

cocoon opening
wings coming alive flutter
in sunlight reflecting
...

Hurry along,
come running with me,
the sunset
is
...

Desire
requires
unlimited knowledge
for it to exist.
...

everybody
has
a
place
...

NIGHT'S END
...