The stain of love covers
everything
Foolish one broken and bruised
the winged fiend
the foul jab
the artless arrow fling
Destroyer, Preserver
oh the sting.
The Siren's call
answered
I should have let it ring.
Forgive me, my thought process sometimes lacks discipline. I have strange ideas. I'm a sort of armchair philosopher turned poet. This is a writer's blog, but I do not publish my finished work here. I post fragments, pieces, ideas; works in progress. I test out ideas that may or may not become more fully realized. I write flash fiction and poetry. I love generic transgression and experimental poetry. I write mostly about art and failed romance. When all else fails, I post things that inspire me.
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