we laugh at the flesh while it debates its mortality
Tag: poetry
dream in my stead until the autumn night burns its last
post rain we resume existing
the cat watches curious as i glide from shadow to shadow
the dance continues of rain night and flesh
black market alley a retired version of death mongering grim wares
coffeeshop the mini whirlwind of leaves at my feet
just another frequency in this cosmic noise
the night grows on me stranger quieter by the count of drizzle
nightfall rainfall and in that order clothes fall off the flesh
elancharan gunasekaran 