Poetry 83010 by Maqlu|Published August 30, 2010-Updated August 23, 2014 temple to temple shiver lightning arcs between record in ether another round come spring time then without insulation
Published August 9, 2010 8910 in his fantasies his cortege is thousands strong hanging on each word if he opened his sealed eyes he’d see they’re already […]
Published July 9, 2014 Omega Stranger wants too much of me constant reaching for me demanding my hand saying “it’s just hands!” But when I let him […]
Published September 3, 2014 Post-run Strains of piano float down the hall and theatre vocal rehearsals —far harsher than the rock singers— cutting and projecting I know […]
Published May 26, 2014 All roads All roads lead to them you say but the problem is they =/= you why don’t you just admit it live in […]