The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - UNDENIABLE SENSES
UNDENIABLE SENSES
by
Heather Prudence Davis
I HAVE NOTHING
TO VANISH
THE NAUSEAU
SPINNING OF
HOT PARANOID
RAGE. EVERY
SOUND PROVOKES
IT. THE CRACKS
AND THE LONELY
SOULS ON THE
INTERNET ON
FRIDAY NIGHT.
THE IRONY
AND THE SIGHT.
THE INSTANT FLASH
OF THAT FACE
WITH BLONDE 80'S HAIR
AND THAT LAUGH....