Raincense

Sinking through the fog Bog of a swamp In a diving helmet Humidity 100% So thick I sink Like a fishhook Flying droplets splash Five feet off the ground It’s warm and wet Dank air on my breath Traversing the mist Like the blank spots On a map Hot wind runs moist Like sweat theyContinue reading “Raincense”

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Warsxzaw

Warsxzaw There was always the Wet blacktop. There was always grey Warsaw clouds Threatening to drain Onto the small world. From heavy nebulas In the heavensya Where mist rolls In webs To aerosol ticks Jumping. Falling. Falling Through open sky, Past trees and Telephone poles, The ticks land On wet blacktop, Crawling in cracks UnderContinue reading “Warsxzaw”

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