emotion – Davey Cobb

Summers

Dirty mindsbreed dirty scoundrelsin the baking summerthey stew and simmer. I open my eyes in springand scream for my motherwhile a dirty mouth breathesthe promise of next summer. Would you botherif I said I didn’t want this?Would you save mefrom backyards and gardens?From barbeque fumesand dehydration?From sunburnt necksand not enough ice cream? Dirt is allContinue reading “Summers”

These Streets

I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”