I’ve seen you in strips of black and gray lunar cloak; a grunge-gothic disarray of savage hairstrands from above a sad, spying eye and words cutting through the haze… soft spoken syllables that die gently telling me about a hole in the moon so vast it covered the whole of the universe… it’s void expanding… Continue reading Post-neon Amour II
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False Poet
(I think the catergory for this piece is fairly self explanatory! 😉 I am not a poet I don’t look at a sunset and think of Spectacularly artistic ways of calling it a sunset I am not a poet The only beautiful words I know are those of others Or my thesaurus I am not… Continue reading False Poet