the quiet hum of abandoned machinery
Tag: poem
without purpose the old gods wander
mid noon din mynahs riot at corridor
autumn at dusk ignore the laments of limbs
the autumn ego and white walls
pigeon mob stampede over bread crumbs
what’s left of ego dissolves in the dusk rain
the monsoon beating her chest at your window
empty the silence raw from ragged pockets
autumn shadows glide free across damp earth
