Tag: senryu

neon city where faces are burn bins gassing smoke

lift the infant from void into life

spring moon how dare you steal my line!

afraid of mirrors rehearsing lines with the spring moon

we have all eternity sift through the ashes

spring turtle we break bread by the stream

before dawn we collect our limbs and pretend to be okay

meeting the mist at town’s edge

slip road lost gods selling their souls for a ride

break the surface of bedsheets fresh spring air