Three Pokémon Poems
Andy Winter
You are still trying to name yourself, still scribbling on your tombstones, still threading through sutures. You are partition & parenthesis.
You are still trying to name yourself, still scribbling on your tombstones, still threading through sutures. You are partition & parenthesis.
Her soft shoe leaves the ground. The sword across
her lap strikes with lightning, penetrates necromancy.
i hope Red had taken time to write his
requiem for his lost dad, when trainer
Silver, had happened
to find him praying at the mountain froth.
At crux of the rainbow: Blackness.
The King must fade in twinkling church
organ and WWF belt.
a wolf shops for housewares the same way I do
her teeth gleam she reminds me
of the dogs I’ve never had never will
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