all that anger and darkness for a mere thirty seconds of truth
Tag: monostich
last day of august the old crow’s monologue as grey clouds gather and the crowd departs
the hearts left behind on stage as curtains draw to a close
where you at monsoon been a minute since you clocked us good
dressed in black we say our last words to the dying heat
flushed faces buried in the flesh of pleasure
river tides bring to shore the smell of death summer dawn
dark eyes beset by fatigue and the onslaught of morning’s light
bus ride the slow state of flow into somatic subconscious
summer bodies swelter in the night moth’s flutter
elancharan gunasekaran 