Tag: tanka

reply to the messages of phantoms hidden in the fog

summer dusk we reclaim flesh and hours lost to the heat

disengage from the notions of compromised emotions

the fog erasing glass towers before human eyes

all that anger and darkness for a mere thirty seconds of truth

last day of august the old crow’s monologue as grey clouds gather and the crowd departs

the hearts left behind on stage as curtains draw to a close

flushed faces buried in the flesh of pleasure

river tides bring to shore the smell of death summer dawn

dark eyes beset by fatigue and the onslaught of morning’s light