something to say mynah hops to the gate
Tag: poem
burying flowers seven feet under winter
pop music gaga millipede bodies explode
winter static the knuckle and knob repelling
a bowed branch rains flowers for sinners
frail bodies defined by brands and namesakes
sharing the dusk light in this concrete space
winter the night air burns in our lungs
void trap this dream within a dream
face in the crowd following the darkest voice
