This morning, I thought:
“I’ll get a tattoo, three symbols F32" ...
Lord of moths dies at night, right before the dawn,
While shielding your eye with his silver shadow of a wing ...
No one ever has loved so much deeply, a lot. ...
Oh, by the windows, the Sleep’s plodding,
By the fence, the Doze is trotting.
There broke into the Tartar sprites,
And they captured my daughter, nice, ...
Poem what poem is that – if
it does not quicken the breath?
- S. Manjunath
Peeping through the slit
In the dark reservoir of my heart ...
A number of crawling survivors.
At least several, perhaps greater...
In its beak, it carries a long lost prophecy
So ominously heavy, it cannot fly high /...
I want it all in a moment
like anyone trying to swallow ...
escape artists ride with outsize plans,
to trip coached stages; rob sperm banks....
What was the thing about crocodiles,
Ray asks, that they talk with their hands ...
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