are you sure
or certain?
this is it,
no return,
looking back.
you are dead.
you are dead
already.
are you scared
or frightened
of the walls
caving in,
crashing down
all through you,
all through you
already?
does it drag,
mean the time-
the minutes,
eternal
do they seem?
well just die.
well just die
already.
25 poems on e.e. cummings and the state of nature
who (rhetorical ?’s)
return simple
believe
hi!!! expectations
no more leaders
slippast
tsk tsk tsk, tsk
oceans collide
just a thought
om1ss!on of the 9th letter
nature plots a revenge
when time drags
dead cold body
boy was thinking
sleeping till noon
patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better
monica
? mark
wingless
the poetry of children
existential moment
i’m sorry my dear
lefty
left
blank
UP!::urban po'E.Tree(s) 