Month: September 2024

scalpel eyes that carve away at the illusion do you see it as i do

last days of summer the tongue becomes an extension of the blade

feelings consumed raw by the moonlight

hugging the shoreline until the first rays of light drive the demons from the bay

pleasure is a sleepless night amongst rough waves

not just cosmic dust but a bonfire ablaze in this universe

train ride the bored mind reshapes daft faces

mynahs launched into the cold drafts of dawn

bonfires on branches the forest aglow in auburn