Poems from awang22
Dreamingof seven faulty rotationsof endless constellations back to the start, shiny red ribbon nowhere to be seen, the limping...
Always, two paths carve themselves ahead
and then some more, roaring
to infinity a smash of slanderous tongues
that beckon with clamorous...
Find solace in the silenceof drowning;let the water float you hometo streets of gold;let it swallow you wholeand anoint your headwith...