to: gregory!

to: gregory!

for poetry and stone

your words in my cold and broken bones

revealing what i would have never known on my own

and all the stories have become my own

through an old time microphone

with you, i’ve never felt more at home

-LS


guilin

spontaneous

rusted buildings

concrete sky

children running

the city on motorbikes

5 pm and school’s out

yellow hats

rubble

the bus rumbles

red lanterns on the trees

firecrackers in the air

the ringtone of an American Idol

 

-LS


the words i write

in the words i write

i become a fraud lost in my flaws

and weakened through comparison

of the one i made up

between my hands and heroes

 

what i make can’t be

the same words i read in the books

or conversations of the city

still, i go on in prose and song

in the words i’ve known all along

 

-LS