john burroughs. : Writing

meow doth maketh the sound of thine feline.

meow doth maketh the sound of thine feline.

A Poem by john burroughs.


God, i heard, tortures the ones He loves. suppose like presidents torturing their favorite dark skinned and bearded men, very hairy, with funn..
of course i'm going to snap, it's goddamn frank sinatra.

of course i'm going to snap, it's goddamn frank si..

A Poem by john burroughs.


a few unrelated lines i had written down over the past two weeks that i threw together.
glass.

glass.

A Poem by john burroughs.


a poem i wrote in five parts over something like ten months. a poem i wrote that is mostly all true. a poem i wrote that shamefully steals from writ..