Month: May 2017

Sing to me your forgotten melodies, for there is resistance in this air. Your pale streets and worn face could tell me a story but I am the stranger that came to town. Peel back the corners of your wide sprawling mouth that gave the world its fill. You rattle at night like the ghost Read More

I abuse exclamation points Place them at the end of every sentence Exploiting their potential for enthusiasm For I have fawn legs and breathe for voice And my eyes can only grow so wide And my tale so bushy With my hands trembling to trust The pulse in my voice. Read More