Poems by Poet on the Piano

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  • Hands (1)

    He is five fingers... she is the other five
    and they are pressed together like...

  • Allow your naive toes to dig themselves sites
    to explore underneath the ground, and remind...

  • His dreams are no longer inspiring
    or driving, for he doesn't have a heartbeat...

  • He discovers pieces
    around him, inching their...

  • I know your soul is present inside of that...
    plastic mask and metal chains...

  • A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
    stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...

  • When we first meet, it might be in an ordinary...
    a place that does not harbor superiority or...

  • You never walked out.
    I walked out on myself...

  • Timber (1)

    Sneaking into her covers, zipping up her
    backbone like the amateur costume that...

  • It seizes you when you are pulling out of the...
    swerving to avoid the curb, as you try to keep it...

  • Will my love be
    daylight...

  • I can't even write with music of my own choosing,
    because there is a persistance surrounding my...