Tag: tanka

tripping on sparrow talk

red blue blinkers stranded in night’s rain

nightfall not a dream storm grows

to bed with a head full of fires

rush hour becoming one with flesh vortex

savage storm cloud teasing us with drizzle

chilly salt winds from the belly of aged sky

conversing with ghosts of the summer coast

the gods beckon but towards the dark i flow

the monsoon in night’s veins