Poems from swinston
You were sitting by a hotel pool,
holding what looked like a margarita in your left hand
and a lack of energy in your right. Your eyes were...
high in the sky
vermillion dye
clouds burst into flame
chaos uncontained
chase the wind, kiss the sun
time forgives the past done
rain...
Prescribed with sentience, a mind is furled.
The node, like synapse, encased from Deep Blue,
Employs emotion, though no form is curled.
On...