after dawn amused at his holiness the vagrant’s entourage of winged royals attending to every detail and need
Tag: monostich
the alienness of this rather mad day sets in our brittle bones
phantoms of dusk swinging from the tentacles of the banyan tree
your scent fades away like a wraith in the humid air of this summer night
bitten a dance of blood and iron on pale lips
death on sidewalk people passing by doomscrolling through life
the dream bleeds into reality i can almost taste the salt in sea winds
i’ve been here before on this rocky coast surveying the depths of dark waters
dusk under the hot shower wounds of the soul cauterized
sawdust and dreams of the void the barrenness of this day
