sleep sounds/the way things change pt. 1 Posted by Sad Blogger , 23.7.12 at Monday, July 23, 2012, in

I wanted to write poetry and I had an idea and I ran with it. I'll find my groove again someday.

when i was a little boy my 
pulse was soldiers marching through
my white and blue striped
mattress. and when i was a little boy my
fluttering eyelashes were dogs
sniffing and searching through my
blankets. and when this poem
began it was going to end
up being about you but poems
written for people named
you are just like every other
poem. so instead it's about how silent
my bed is these days. because
nobody writes poems about that