Poems by FTS Miles

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  • Feast (2)

    I feast upon you not for
    perfect countenance...

  • Whether diagnosed dim by glance into eye,
    Revealed by an ignorant anachronistic crack...

  • Would it confuse you if I explained
    that it’s but a matter of sense that...

  • Wet (1)

    Mine are layered in wet…
    sticky torrid moist from the...

  • These mists vivisect reality,
    constrain its intention...

  • A glimmer of eye is understandable presence;
    Instead feral fire has emboldened your essence...

  • [Inspired upon reading Christopher Moore's...
    I ponder these single words with paragraph...

  • My father was slaughtered by a chastened cruel...
    Wounded weary mother succumbing to her final...

  • It's
    a jagged edge shiver...

  • What are these
    weapons of mass distraction...

  • There are two axioms,
    Each well-respected...

  • 40 million reasons
    Feed my despair...