Birds in their time

Snatched by roaring winds

To dream of whatever is there

In the shadow is a haunted face

As another lies awake waiting now

Water, rising, frogs, fish, fins, brushing

The legs as they passed by

The hazy days of summer

And all that racket

From next door

Wish I could sleep!

To dream is to sleep

To sleep is to dream

The myst...

Read and leave comments (1)

Gunpowder walk around, a spark was sobbing

Underneath secrets hopping alongside humans

Inbetween trees weeping in regret

Wet willy, slippering down the slope. Pointing at

Your directionless forehead. Hop aboard the bumpy ride.

Wear a helmet. Your tongue is like a whip... but why!

Tip of the tonge. Sharp or soft

A host of feminist vegans

Lie in a pool of his o...

Read and leave comments (3)