( me / via )

Tanka.

rain before sunrise · isthmus
in the spaces spiral-visioned
runaway spook
nuts & bolts nattering

perfectly form-fitted
natheless foul
not the bourn we bet on
to be January-jostling

blindness jettisoned

Inaugural Goblin Sonnet.

"night
rings & rings…
into the fire"

--@poemexe.com

This Bear Wants to Have Some Flour Milled.