waging a proxy war with crows for the morning light
Tag: fiction
if it is a dream you seek then you need to let go
in one fluid motion the body slumps on the sidewalk
pale winds strumming the clothesline
how important we feel just by staying alive
marching underground flesh follows flesh
where’d your lungs go little crow
the ghastly groans of the joints I once knew
mindless fantasies playing in the background just another day in my mind
like toddlers we flounder in the sand hoping this day wouldn’t end
elancharan gunasekaran 