almost spring soft and hurried pleasures of night
Month: March 2024
winter at dawn the crows of gentrification searching your pockets
winter when you go would you take us with you
boxed in by the winter night and stealing your chivalries
for the arts we scream and sink into the very stage we were birthed from
resounding and depleted acts of rabid tantrums
what will the ego be when we are no longer that which we claim to be
from station to station the abyssal machine bringing darkness to your commute
river crows en masse not to greet the dead but to nudge the living into the afterlife
dusk we can barely contain our urge to seek the hum of machines
elancharan gunasekaran 