Poems from 181ash
The logistics of his linguistics is not
Succumbing to the seductiveness of his log’s rhythm.
Logarithms of our love, arithmetic of the...
In the darkness of the night, the deep recesses of my mind, overbearing thoughts tear away and fumbles with my mental grace.
Fearing the...
Secretions of saline
Extensions of the soul
Keeping clear of foreign bodies
Losing them to keep you whole.
Funny how that’s their...