Tag: Singapore

under the old bridge a congregation of moss and wildflowers

who do you think maintains wormholes? astrognomes of course

windless day: the stillness of autumn trees terrifies civilization

down the cold autumn coast we drift in peace bodies close but never touching minds fixed on the destination islands of sentient flesh we’ve become desiring with the depth of dark waters which we sail upon

this autumn night i offer my warmth to you

breathe in rhythm to fading lights

witness and you shall inherit it: dawn is yours

feral moons wander the autumn night sky

slow and deliberate hounded by ancient wardogs you the prey feel the life drain from your legs the hunter pausing and observing from the darkness enjoying every moment of the hunt the whistle of a dart missing target and striking root just a hair’s breadth away the chase is over in your mind as a low growl emerges from the undergrowth you had miscalculated from the start never was the hunter in the shadows but inside your head all along

moondust dipped fingers tracing the curves of the cold autumn mist the nights hears your debauchery and trembles