Tag: poetry

the night after a surplus of dreams will part with some if you require

autumn dawn what do we do with all these bent spines

you feel it coming you know it’s here and you think to yourself: just another day

a world where we feed and hollow out the minds of our loved ones

a stockpile of words and gin for the end days

the joy of being gently nudged out of my seat by a mud wasp

never tired of each other the mist and the autumn forest

touch and she glows i feel the same way too

plenty on the moon’s mind this autumn night