a hint of emerald in crow’s plumage designed to be royalty
Tag: monostich
invoke sleep
practice freedom
bourbon in cheek insects drone a note higher
bombs drop buddha takes cover in his sutras
after dawn provoking the silence with your gaze
borders disappear and lands reimagined
thirty springs from now we carve names of lands forgotten to skin
as waves sap the sanity from limbs
beer house mynahs going gangster on humans
