Poems from dlmchale
It is the season of sleeping late
while dreaming of red-orange trees
shuddering in the evening breeze.
These are the short days
when the...
I made my bed on an ocean of glass shards
floating upon the undulating waves of incomprehension;
bourbon-soaked dreams sliced open and...
It was never my intent to return to this place
dark halls of betrayal, and lacking in grace
Lustful intentions, like geysers of steam
scald...
consumed
what have you wrought?
a smothering indistinctness of darkness as thoughts creep.
once we savored innocence,
virginal and...