August 2023 – elancharan gunasekaran

dontcha just feel it in ya bones the blue moon hitting all the right notes this summer night

the fog erasing glass towers before human eyes

all that anger and darkness for a mere thirty seconds of truth

last day of august the old crow’s monologue as grey clouds gather and the crowd departs

the hearts left behind on stage as curtains draw to a close

where you at monsoon been a minute since you clocked us good

dressed in black we say our last words to the dying heat

flushed faces buried in the flesh of pleasure

river tides bring to shore the smell of death summer dawn

dark eyes beset by fatigue and the onslaught of morning’s light