Two Poems by Katie Rose O'Sullivan

 

All​ ​decadent​ ​moments​ ​have​ ​karmic​ ​implications


Pain’s approximate / activity of ego


Speak to the fear
The 21 year old
An Exorcism: In Formality


Autumn returns with an image
An adagio


I wouldn’t call my mistakes
Investigative

 

 


What​ ​Makes​ ​Longing


She wants to leave
Her fleeting voice
In a breathless meter


Before being gripped
By the palest blue
Senseless exchanges
The still depths of kohl


You don’t know
The vacuity of a childhood
Prefab existence


Go ahead,
I’m listening


I can’t make up for it
Desperation noir


Somehow I can tell
That’s never what anyone wants,
Knows how to do


Some sensuality can take
A crimson mouth
I want to make use


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