silver outlines each blade of grass in the dark before dawn
Tag: Singapore
late into the day: morning’s thunder we carry deep in our pockets
evening draws near: never shy away from the debaucherous side of you
barn swallows draw infinity symbols and protection circles above clouded minds
pandora in autumn: the old ones gather round the strange chest tapping in rhythm
the soft hum of scheming machines echoes through the concrete grey
full moon at summer’s end: tea steeped in moonlight
summer packs up and the driftwood ancient as time itself floats in
bloated belly: swallowed a ton of salt winds on the breakwall
summer at low tide: the crab scare on the bread baited hook
