spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold
Tag: monostich
illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis
lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end
bodies pile upon my brown self and know that when i say this i say it with love: home
the day’s hunt is over: ears find the source of the kingfisher’s song
overeager bodies battle the rain throwing fists and psychotic tantrums all for name and glory in this mad war
homebody: the system has crashed roll up your skin and hide your limbs
filling the mute man’s moans with birdsong spring mynahs puff their chests with pride
dark before dawn the rain has a mind made of quantum drizzles
apocalypse denied: god bless the mynah who spoke the tongue of the serpent