Dusk – Dark – Dawn


Mane stained
by the blood
from the days kill
lion begins to purr
as sunflowers rust
into a rose wind



A cigarette
sucks on a human
ignites their hair
plumes their pupils

drainpipes silver drool
stretches to the drains
as the moon
howls at the wolf



Splits the seam
of the horizon

a candle bows
to light another

Sun whispers
a verse of violins

flight feathers
used as bows


These will potentially be the three sections that will make up a new book I’m going to start working on.

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