Headlong through the morning mist The masquerading shadows wait To take, to turn, to twine and twist Such simple sights that now conflate. Conflict. Confound.
Winter’s warning blast Calls them to come together If only we’d join © Brandewulf 2018 It’s time to put them safely in the portable greenhouse
Cats leap toward space Like geisers bursting upward Alien roomates © Brandewulf 2018 Image is not one of mine
From within the hallowed halls Of sleepless, sordid, whitewashed walls The angry, argyle antelopes Prance and preen on rocky slopes …until the sun dips low.
Is it so easy to hate me? I coat myself in silver. All the while You put me on trial And claim to deny the
How many times Will we walk in place To face the cliff? Approach the railing. Bargain for another breath. We dance around diversion, Perverting moments