Month: February 2024

flick of the tender tongue the air tastes of burnt humans

late winter a game of tag and curses with mind demons

hard earned after a long winter night of dreams this clarity of mind

i bet the moon finds us disgusting mouths agape and limbs frantic please behave

canned flesh hurtling down the tracks we breathe when we deserve to

touch and be gone to the words sowed in your loins

old phonebook the pages ripe with smell and distant memories

back to pick up the dreams we left under a rock on the cold coast