marching underground flesh follows flesh
Tag: poetry
where’d your lungs go little crow
bus ride the fly kissing random strangers
speaking of pretty things the spider floats down
too cool for autumn tween spirits at the playground
fires of fall cold to the trembling touch
dark room the dagger of light watching silently from the corner
the lazy eye takes a trip amongst autumn clouds
late dusk the earworm medley of bird songs on replay inside the head
the autumn crow comes bearing a gift: empty half of a coconut husk
elancharan gunasekaran 