Jackson Isaltino Poems

surround our sighs
pins that hold out sorrows
will weaken
and surrender
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there is no willingness fed by despair
that drags desires throughout the day
by not dismantling faces
loud screams denounce the lack of continuity of
...

the skin
as a holder of signs
discloses voices within
tissues
...

within loudness
when silence
can not provide
the rest that
...

where roses can not be seen
scents and phonemes design the frame
which confines pain and joy
throughout the hours
...

that shrinks our desires
and dictates our fate
to remain motionless
as if in thick mud
...