They’ve been wired together
wrongly, fuses blow too quickly
circuits short themselves
and their systems overload;
like robots of the future
made by robots
Month: July 2015
The Night She Met Vodka, Poetry by Shiela May Baysa
She wasn’t ready to meet a man tonight
An unsweetened courage in her hands
Moonshine and beneath
Are reasons to finish a drink
And in the middle of it all
Are dried up memories of some boy
She entailed to forget
