Tag Archives: solitude

Broken smokestacks

Washing up for dinner I thought of the old ruins, Rusted steel twisted over concrete grown over again With nettle,ivory thistle and honeysuckle green against Darker shadows lurking no matter the time I would pass. The little black dog limped … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Brown body

The night moon washed the sheets A pale blue. You, the brown Body, lay curled as a dead Cinch worm in the summer heat. Far from dead you breathed, and I felt you in my cock, as the pulse Of … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment