THREE POEMS || DARREN C. DEMAREE

​it ain’t a choir #34
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eat more than you think you should prepare for one minute for one minute for one minute consider how much we need you how long we’ve been waiting for you how long i have been imagining your solo the shouts struggle without the stretching of your soul past the gradient of our times eat more please it’s going to be a long walk
 
 
it ain’t a choir #35
 
a tongue a bird a world without castles lean with your weight fall into flight flap that red beast of yours in the wind export your desires as flight run at the walls they were made by cowards cowards are always listening say their names out loud do it many times they’ll consider that a breach

 
it ain’t a choir #36
 
blood bleeds a person bloods themselves and others a bruise doesn’t sleep i’ve always admired bruises purple is so holy that way so many kings must consider me regal i am bestowed admire my effort to become their effort