“there are no soft rests here, no bird songs and Mother's yellow branches to swing me. only hideous lullabies and grotesque poems hung on the wind, everywhere. they swirl around as if dusts from mad city, and dirty smokes from factories, and i inhale all of them. like cannabis. i inhale it more often that i fancy mosquitoes and its bites as Mother's kiss, touch, a basketful of love.” PoemPoemsConfessionConfessional PoetryConfessionalConfessional LiteratureConfessional WritingConfessional PoemPoem Quote Book:Metamorphosis Source: Metamorphosis
“i hope so dearly i can find one. a bone that is as large as the city. as timeless as poems, and damned poets; a magic.” PoetryPoemPoetry QuotesPoetry QuoteConfessional PoetryConfessionalConfessional LiteratureConfessional WritingConfessional Poem Book:Metamorphosis Source: Metamorphosis