New work

http://www.ditchpoetry.com/connorstratman2.htm

Asylum

In so many words

you live up to your name.

Contrary lines border the heart

of this darkening discovered dusk.

And what, if I’m to blame you,

should I pack for the road?

Touch

Eros and old wounds

gather on this cigarette

butt-laden balcony

***

Someone told

me to

calm down

Love Poem

please don’t

make me kiss you