Squash down the words I’ve said today into a ball and throw it up to the sky. The moon grins around it with tears in her eyes… Read more “Subpoena”
Month: May 2018
When The Signal Comes
The sand mourns night when the signal comes and the bugs crawl away to be free again. When the signal comes the world turns in its path… Read more “When The Signal Comes”
vaunt
The riflemen sway to the Christmas choir Killing time in the snow with their flights Of cigarette smoke while the bells ring and ring A mournful tune.… Read more “vaunt”
Vast Imbecility 