Funeral Flowers

Nonsensical, since the day the illusion was conceived. An American haunting. Where homeless funeral flowers, long since dead and gone... Are the only remnants left for a breaking dawn.   Perhaps, a 'song of silence' could be how to truly run away from me. This watchful adjustment, travels great heights. Forms an ache around my … Continue reading Funeral Flowers


Littering Love

Littering with Love Elusive and tactile Crisped daily New moon and cleansing dawn. A step down upon burdened... forgotten subtly sinful paths. Lending hands out of the past. Lending hands with broken lip lash. Did it not make you feel smooth with love's storm? Did it not it make you feel forbiddingly warm? Haunting human … Continue reading Littering Love