fragments

bits and piecesdrift by there is nothing leftexcept plywood the ocean roarsthe river trickles away past bobbing sunthe moon bows lengthening clock handsfades to black the cross-eyed seagull callsfor its dead mate fish leap out of the skyfrom goddess’ hands the stage empty from talentwhales sing loneliness stars are mocking lightsbeaming smiles hide devil’s hornsContinue reading “fragments”

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