a poem for grandma

[EmperorOfIceCream]

hands
cold and smooth
and spotted, shake
my arm and pull me
from thoughts of holes
in space and temporal shifts between
objects travelling travelling at different speeds.
I wonder if grandma would like to see me old and gray?
Jake, she says, listen to me, I?m right here.

 

[EmperorOfIceCream]

edited it so it doesn't completely suck now

 

[DeRusto]

interesting..i think..

 

[Corporate Thug]

in a poetic mood today, are we EmperorOfIceCream?