Tag: monostich

pretty much a brain in a jar until the autumn sky calms

destruction is abstract until you focus on the blood and screams

i’ve settled for these innocent eyes and perfectly placed lips

the thunder out of nowhere derails the thought train

now if we all put our heads together we might actually solve the greatest crime of all: existence

there is no front back or side door until you give meaning to this madness

floating as a phantom pariah amongst cosmic gas clouds

neon tendrils pulling the strings on this puppet body