eggplant ashes in the dust bin of his story
sad plum a passion of fruit
alit from
his palm
his pain
a few whispered words in the looming air
lavendar
sorrow
grief
regret
a teeny tiny tinny toy piano
goes plink
plink
plink
I'm a poet, an invocateur, an accidental yogi, and a dilettante. I dabble in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics. Childhood sexual victimization informs my writing.