Poetry Series #68: Untitled
sometimes a piece of the lava
shatters like a quilt in my toe
as if to faint or recover
or compound.
All laws become billows of blood colored smoke
sometimes a piece of the lava
shatters like a quilt in my toe
as if to faint or recover
or compound.
All laws become billows of blood colored smoke
Well done and always appreciate your poetry :)