This Is The Place Where Ideas Flow — Primitive Poetry (Reblog)

This is the place where ideas flowLike cheap coffee from glass pot.A place that only I may knowDesigned with trinkets to unclot. Wooden boards I laid out and sandedScrewed to one another, they mingleThey support my tapping handedDown to my keyboard to make jingle. This sacred place, my sanctuaryDenver lies in the corner, curled.She feels […]

This Is The Place Where Ideas Flow — Primitive Poetry