Tag: tanka

autumn I grow tired of the lacklustre camaraderie of humans

winter has already won and the cat knows it

the autumn cat stretches the sky from dusk to night

in my will is a desire to be a cat in my next birth

halfway through the human thought cycle

acres and acres of burnt grass to feed this flesh

neither the words nor means to celebrate your return autumn haze

onwards until this flesh disintegrates

i reckon we’d never know the number of hands it took to raise the moon into the night sky