medications, hard liquor.
these frail stilts holding us above deep oceans.
belletristic notations in lost notebooks.
we are of an army finished by approximation, asphyxiation.
we are fast asleep
and Argonaut dreaming.
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
medications, hard liquor.
these frail stilts holding us above deep oceans.
belletristic notations in lost notebooks.
we are of an army finished by approximation, asphyxiation.
we are fast asleep
and Argonaut dreaming.
I stumbled upon this golden fleeced loveliness while out on a different quest… As an insatiable reader and compulsive writer of poetry myself, I am impressed. Know that you don’t always know whom or where your audience is, or where your voice travels to, but trust that you are being heard.. merci, merci.