As the smoke burns down to my fingers
To blink a bloodshot world away
And drink in rough, and burn, and heat
Until she comes to kiss the dark.
Lost City
The undulating sands stretch out,
a vast expanse, sweltering
under the gaze of the sun
as it burns its way across the sky,
dunes flowing like currents,
tides on...
Addressing the Unknown
'Let's watch the sun making its paperboy/rounds tapping on the window and shedding/off its flecks of glow'
A Story That Begins With Rain
"Under the bent thumb streetlight,
umbrella domes burst forth, splashing
rich nightfall
onto their neighbours."