Poems from Lila Arthur
I mourn in the last minutes of a bumbling.
Bumbling, Bum-ba-ling, the buzz
That I hear when my daemon comes-
Not daemon, no, the Spirit...
All pleasures fade,
Go back to their caves they must.
Even the silver lining
Is said to eventually rust.
If the moon shown perennial
We...
I watched my feet lead me down Moonlight Drive
Until they stopped, and so I faced the sky.
My lids flicker when I see left and right, ...