yellow leaf
drops like a dead moth.
flicked by icy fingers.
Archives for September 2015
greener pastures
brown grass
once green with envy.
can’t take it with you.
tongue in cheek
voice like an angel
her hymns drift towards heaven.
from bloody forked tongue.
heartless
sharp sun
pinned to pastel blue.
no singing heart.
sinfully sweet
red watermelon
wet like cold blood.
sweeter than sin.
looking for flowers
the modern soul sighs
at incessant humming life.
looking for flowers.