from barry’s loosies
revealed by the moon
a loosie* poem without a chapbook
when night has come
alone to me
it seems to call you home
the moon is full
it summons me
to feel the chill alone
when night has come
alone to me
it seems to call you home
the moon is full
it summons me
to feel the chill alone
Medium Top Procrastinator. Guilty of writing under the influence. No, I’m not upset. My face always looks this way. INTP https://cosmicrubble.com/
Medium Top Procrastinator. Guilty of writing under the influence. No, I’m not upset. My face always looks this way. INTP https://cosmicrubble.com/