Eos
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After MidnightA Poem by EosYou think of me on Fridays.I can tellNot from the flood of emailsOr the songs sent in sequenceMarked by a time stamp,But from my own circadian sleep d.. |
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The EconomistA Poem by EosI’m running out of sunsetsAnd I’ve lost my horse To instant oatmeal And a consequence of illnessWhile the rattling of keysRewrites Wall St.. |
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Hello SauceA Poem by EosWe are industrial pygmiesA world apart Mined from copper galleriesAnd childish efforts in an age of ethanol While big media calls us trouble spotsFor .. |
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ScreeningA Poem by EosHold your tongueAnd keep it inExpress by acceptable meansTo permissive endAnd let the filters darkenSmudging honest words Tossed away by those sore-he.. |
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Fairy TalesA Poem by EosWhen did pregnancy become a cultComplete with sticky dustAnd rainbow kidsAnd rituals involving pillsEncouraging maybe babies From thickening mucus?Why.. |
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The CommuteA Poem by EosNothing is sadder than summer " With its noisy braid of cars, glutting lanes Like ants or stars ready to burn Where the boiling ink of hate and he.. |
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