Poem

Hometown

I left my heart
where other roads lead to majestic caves
where I first heard of shamans and unicorns
yet I’ve never seen one; only felt them

00:00 Hours

I made it at 00:00.
Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.

Songs of the dead

Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches till its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are plastic.