Snow sounded a warning A compressed afternoon Deafening whispers Shone like rotten wood My fingers sought shelter In your room You ravaged And like a vandal left too soon
Memories of Pale lunar fictions, Breasts, and leaves
Alone on a jetty I was down the hill An old and weary Chasm of azure pierced by arrows Stretching ropes from the steeples Confound the plagues Little drunken vigil
Memories of Pale lunar fictions, Breasts, and leaves
