drawn to the rawness of chaos
Tag: monostich
frail things worship the old gods behind veils
summer freeway converge on the red light trail
summer waking what’s left of humanity
cold dawn worship seasons at standstill
been awhile the moon and fleeing smoke
wall gecko agrees with that strange thought
death’s salary: one last sigh
summer night thoughts hold the moon hostage
the rawness of life more rust on skin
