Lilac winds
These lilac winds On your eyelashes Wiping The pieces of me And establishing Estates Of nothing. They dance And dance Over your brows And pluck out All of my Remains. … Read More
Tag: #newpoem
Dead without much ado
I live in the ashtray In the hours of darkness, I couldn’t sing And the days when I fumble with the blade Unable to write a thing. I paint … Read More
Writing a Poem
Oh, it’s time for bed. And my mind will flood With ideas you see- For diving in poetry sea. Those were my thoughts, Rather, are my thoughts? Every night while … Read More