Flowing like a gutter Just an arm to another Destined for the dirty sewers Through dank tunnels Drains for the storms For the clouds overhead Could you take a leaf out On the water and ride it? Mucky and grimy Algae is climbing Quick city currents Lightless and blinding Fabricate a way to change TheContinue reading “Sequence”
Sundown Window Steep does the Tea leaf Twirling to My senses. From petrichor Steam in White gutters Rise, Temperate soot Imposing. Stained vapor Does die When its grip Does fly, Into air amber Ejected. Shy is the Concrete Catching all the Leaves stained, Coursing into Storm drains.