Poem: The boy with the issue of blood II By Enotor Prosper
A knife, its lip of silver, kisses into your wrist to
uncoil the streaks of ennui passing for veins along your arms ___boy, bleed. Your ex lover so turned up the volume
Poem: The Metaphysics of an Opus By Enotor Prosper
it’s pride of tearing through the soft of clouds; such cruel! How it pry opens a dahlia, an hibiscus, reaching into their core, the better part of them
Poem: I Collect What Remains of this Poem in Another Dream By Enotor Prosper
My Father tweaks my skull a little more, making certain it doesn’t fall out. In the dream, we don’t talk. You could get hanged