skipping tea for coffee and more delusions of grandeur
Tag: fiction
from behind stained glass tanks fish eyes observe and scrutinize the movements of warm flesh
in the dingiest of places a back alley flower threatens the morning gloom
sit back relax and let this summer morning flow through your veins
after dawn amused at his holiness the vagrant’s entourage of winged royals attending to every detail and need
bitten a dance of blood and iron on pale lips
death on sidewalk people passing by doomscrolling through life
and within the symbiotic network of lichen a place for the human consciousness
moss scattered on broken walls the forest invades our dreams
people in the streets picking up fire and flinging them back into night skies
elancharan gunasekaran 