Poetry Blogs (2017, trees)
The trees are flesh made.
Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,
Skeletal fingers lacing outward
For the heavens.
A multiplicity of fungal greens
That curl and sway about the breeze.
The trees are flesh made,
Blood racing within barcomulch veins
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am
Shaking golden leaves
I cannot see the forest
For this tree
I no longer see the selves
For this humanity
Sunday 22nd January 2017 5:55 pm