watchers in the dark do you see the light as I see it
Tag: fiction
first light some mouths have too much to say
coffee at noon and the art of not dying
the dark moves on but the stragglers linger in limbo
this introspection has been entertaining ciao my love
autumn evening does your voice rage at the world
the machine prompts and the flesh answers with naivety
words will be words you can start by eating your bombs
spiralling as we question the worth of this flesh
a coin or more for the disowned dreams on the sidewalk
elancharan gunasekaran 