the compulsion to wrangle existence of its very essence
Tag: Singapore
dear talking egg if the king’s men had any spine they wouldn’t fix you up
showoff pigeon i’d steal that stick and treat you to my cat
rain everywhere else but nothing on us the cruelty of divine humor
bite down hard on the animal instinct to chase after storm clouds
curled up correlations of this spring morning the millipede and stick
out of the virgin darkness the spring moon blooms
recede to a space within the cold comfort of timber and shadows
crow tears she rasped and limbs came to a standstill
words taking root in the subconscious spurred by the devices of nature
