Poems from Fictari
The road to the West;
Abandoned construction.
The East rises up,
Looming,
All black smog and hopelessness;
Stiff drinks for stiff men
In...
I am from lands which weep rain unto us all;From cozy tapestries of cloud and trees like the fingers of God.I am from the sweet, bastard...
Gazing upon the windows of night,
Soft Shells crushed in my hands,
I cry as my tears fall upon scattered sand kingdoms.
Intricate life...
Broken glass,
Masks upturned;
The March Hare is dead,
Lying there among the dancers.
A giggle starts
That turns to a roar;
Only a laugh for...