"i'm here"
his brave little heart gamboled
up ramparts soaked to bone on
sheep trails through the muck
longing for a home until
his old lonely heart rambled
past rock cairns drenched in tears to
join the boy among the crags
and throw stones at all his fears
Chris Tredway
"ah fuck"
aw my love
it's the broken bits
i love
though they unnerve you
and spring
a thousand sorries
they are treasures
to me
for through them
you belong
in my arms
Chris Tredway
"wrong script"
some scripts written
over me
are such bullshit
jesus hucks
the typewriter
into the sea
the whole thing
into the salt
over me
Chris Tredway
"titans"
not sure i was present
enough at the time to
feel all the feels of
being held by these pines but
now removed a few
thousand miles and
five months after
i feel it all move
through my branches
the wind
the laughter
Chris Tredway
"rings"
i am one of these
who needs a deal
of sanding
to reveal
all the ages
i’ve ever been
to heal
Chris Tredway
"poiéma"
some poems just
sit
on a bench
and confuse the world
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