"Empty tables but crowded hallways" is a poem about Empty tables. "I stand shaken at the knees into deep ground and lying on awful eye contact, of a strangers eye contact" "i am slammed within the walls the weight on waves of moonlight strikes chords with the gold of my soul"
"Empty tables but crowded hallways" is a poem about Empty tables. "I stand shaken at the knees into deep ground and lying on awful eye contact, of a strangers eye contact" "i am slammed within the walls the weight on waves of moonlight strikes chords with the gold of my soul"
"Empty tables but crowded hallways" is a poem about Empty tables. "I stand shaken at the knees into deep ground and lying on awful eye contact, of a strangers eye contact" "i am slammed within the walls the weight on waves of moonlight strikes chords with the gold of my soul"
the weight on waves of moonlight strikes chords with the gold of my soul while space pours itself across the splits and rips and cracks and trenches of my stanza the familiar adieu of a misprint in conversation the glint of irony in your switchblade phrase said in a flood of character burning with the papers patience for your look to rest on me as i stand shaken at the knees into deep ground and lying on awful eye contact, of a strangers glance