Tag: poetry

after dawn we ignore the living and pleasure the dead

a manic cry from under the covers still here the monsoon

in bed we replace the autumn body with a memory

ghosts jumping the plank at the sight of dry land

two dead beetles later the light staggers out the door

learning to feel again from reattached limbs

solo the deep dive into neon lights

my autumn: never mind the leaves wait till you see the shriveled faces

bound in flesh via a similar sense of madness