dear talking egg if the king’s men had any spine they wouldn’t fix you up
Tag: monostich
showoff pigeon i’d steal that stick and treat you to my cat
rain everywhere else but nothing on us the cruelty of divine humor
bite down hard on the animal instinct to chase after storm clouds
curled up correlations of this spring morning the millipede and stick
mind’s horizon the evening sun burnt into memory
overcast above and garden snails bowed in prayer
stand aside body and let the fog pass
the mango tree tells a tale of a pigeon who was too white for the masses
out of the virgin darkness the spring moon blooms
elancharan gunasekaran 