'Why is the raven
Like a writing desk?'
I asked winter--
Crying icicles
Into palpitations.
Of wings croaking
Words and phrases
That evolve us,
Enigmatically
--Sometimes
As we sleep
With seizures
And lifeless seeds.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
'Why is the raven
Like a writing desk?'
I asked winter--
Crying icicles
Into palpitations.
Of wings croaking
Words and phrases
That evolve us,
Enigmatically
--Sometimes
As we sleep
With seizures
And lifeless seeds.
