quiet dawn set the body on fire and cleanse this madness
Tag: tanka
train ride and the oceans we could pour into empty faces
a place for my head until the screaming winds leave
night’s lawn we shred the moon to ribbons
unhitched world if wars are what it takes to unite humans
slip down into the underside and remember to feel nothing
in the beginning what came first the moon of course
scalpel eyes that carve away at the illusion do you see it as i do
last days of summer the tongue becomes an extension of the blade
feelings consumed raw by the moonlight
elancharan gunasekaran 