by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
She rests her head, so heavy, so wearied on her fistlooking at her screen or way beyond the wordsshe tries to translate, or should she translate the signs–That paper copy as plan B when too long have the eyesbeen fixed on inkless words till no longer the eyes can seea...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Crazy, like God–everyone believes in me,yet everyone does not give a damnabout whence I came,they all but hold a guaranteethat I never leave.So sure so securewhen they have me–coins in their pockets,a raging river with endless uproara body melting towards the...
by Danny Ballan | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry
Sitting, daydreaming, flyingto the endless boundariesof a silver screen—the world is all at handwaiting yet to be seen,and hearts are up and running—desire inside so keento get by day by day—the world is all at hand,yet what does that wide world mean?Sitting,...
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