yoga class celebrating the collective consciousness and a fart ruins it
Tag: Singapore
corpse pose oneness and nothingness the same damn thing
exit stage right where my demons gather
autumn bodies drop at curtain fall
late noon backstage with the phantom rehearsing lines
machinations of the evening storm the sigh that is not mine
sober now the rain too slips under the cold covers
the scent of petrichor still haunts the coast long after you are gone
winds part the grass and the hungry forest swallows traces of our presence
i digress taking the unexplored aisle between trees
