Brett Rogers


Soundtrack: Radiohead (On E) - Poem by Brett Rogers

Packed away in my box (we are) ,
Flanked by cigarette butts and soda cans,
Your limbs say you’re dreaming.
Have I made you ill?

“For my next trick
You will see what I see …”

Nevertheless,
The fading echoes
Of your unconditional love
Nourish: eternally.

Topic(s) of this poem: drugs, love


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2015



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