summer’s spine as a whip crack it lightly and feel
Tag: freedom
the dreams we choose to live just another trouble of mass subversion
sometimes the need for progeny overrides common sense
holding the lamplight in this conversation between mynahs
thin ice whispers thread lightly across lips
insinuate this bag of skin enough and the rest will fall in place
taking out the trash at the final hour comes death
between words in the pauses laying the bricks of reality
hard breaths of fresh air until the summer fog fades
dusk the children disguise art as a weapon of mass destruction
elancharan gunasekaran 