Poems by Poet on the Piano

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  • Doubt drizzles down my spine
    - death an overcast planet...

  • I wonder if anyone notices my left hand is bruised...
    I didn't go by ambulance, but my feet gracelessly...

  • Your ankles are resting near the hillside,
    a sweaty brow, dirt-caked elbows...

  • I asked you in the confines of
    a wooden cabin, what you would...

  • What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
    Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...

  • /
    sin is not innocent...

  • Cloisters of powdered memories -
    your promise to meet me on the moon...

  • Padded walls, cuckoo hearts, hospital gowns, med...
    that's all visitors rant and rave about as if we...

  • A pen's ink is not always trustworthy, it can be...
    poisonous to a nation divided by diversity instead...

  • Hardcover flesh
    clocked within Neo-Gothic...

  • Autumn waltzes through cornfields, harvesting
    song like devout farmers who chant to weak crops...

  • I don't hate you, how could I?
    It's true that I have distanced...