Tag: monostich

we speak to the mad gods in greys and whispers

winter dawn the cobbler mending his mind on the sidewalk

night canal city lights drifting away from the madness

the weight of the crow’s curse on hunched shadows

nightfall the city is silent and yet i can feel its scheme

paper cut the blood screams out its script

dusk words fail and i fade to my private nirvana

slip between shadow and light to lay by your side

soft to touch the river bends to our will