Tag: monostich

night fills the concrete with guilt

spring sky a blend of amber and storm

spring moon calms the angry night tides

flesh and bone now streamed in neon flashes

hide from the light that is void of pleasures

in our blind spot the full moon quietly waxes

cloud spine arcs over the concrete landscape

nature and oblivion walking down old road

herded programmed reprogrammed to obey

purge the mind space of otherworldly bugs