On the last day of things…
write about what you do before you start anew.
write about the last day of everything, of knowledge, of dying.
not going so far to say, but still going
A mouth filled with cotton on a Tuesday
The cornucopia alphabet
write about where the motivation/inspiration goes when it’s not with you.
write about equivalents.
write a poem of change, a recipe for disaster.
these things don’t come over night
beneath the cratered rock
write about the things that shatter.
“Are you into older men?” he asked.