"quizzings" poems
…the blue hour’s senate hitched as phosphorous, palmed at the pitch
of a street lamp’s arm, harassing with a phenomena of quizzings: an abuse set by abnegative
hues,
“there is no resume,” I think, “save the melancholic parallax of stars…
the harrying proximity of inevitable Harms”.
And at once a smile becomes equinox.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC