Tag: poem

preside over the unbecoming of flesh and bone

gaslit common sense takes the back door

if the body succumbs to the subversion then go ahead and arrest the mind

it is not a matter of policy but an innate craving

when confronted with tyranny the body revolts

pink egg clusters making a bold statement in the cold grey canal

north winds the old crow’s cold gaze

unhinged the body dizzy before the cloud column

come see night’s birthed a monster of a cloud

grateful for the window fog the illusion of snow