scarecrow poetics/essays

Monday, February 27, 2006

 

Three Poems...

Eyes

One day
things happened

Everything shifts
eyes opened
and changed the world.

But now lids

are lead
and all that is dead.

things happened
one day.


You are too scared

Dry yourself
filth. filth.
cut it open.
deeply fuck
an open wound.
you already did.
finish the job.
you are too scared.

aren't you?


Legs

Wading through the woods
I do not want these legs
They are heavy
and have only taken me
to trouble.
My mind is one.
It is not here.
I am not here.
But my legs always
take me to trouble.


Samuel B. Milsom © 2006.

Sam Milsom is a student and University of Reading, Berkshire. He enjoys his eating, drink and the occasional blinking. And he writes things that he believes he needs to write, else he is prone to the odd psychotic outburst.


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