Tag: tanka

thin ice whispers thread lightly across lips

dusk the children disguise art as a weapon of mass destruction

only the soul can fathom the indescribable void

paper contact the ink flows from grain to brim

summer i feel and i understand the depth of this existence

mynahs standing ground against the four wheeled monster

summer the stage made effable with trained silence

pull the trigger and switch from flesh to verse

summer the best way to start the day is to stand wing to wing

the quiet man dreams of paradise like he was taught to