May 2015 - Comments Off on Ryan Baltor

Ryan Baltor


O Baby

Spring turns and pushes
me into a new bed,
room with a view
O baby we’re not there

anymore and I can feel
my heart knock on a new
store-bought pillowcase.

This place floats
which is neither good
nor bad tho always difficult -

and if you would just listen
you’d see how we’d sync
up like two hands on a wrist.

Watch me float away,
drag you right
along with me.​


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