I’m a sucker for moon poetry,
i rise from my bedof snakes,
glassy apparition,
you have nothing on me;
garden fingers and
eyeholes i hid from:
no one can get me no
one can be
the thief …
moon stunt rain.
I’m a sucker for moon poetry,
i rise from my bedof snakes,
glassy apparition,
you have nothing on me;
garden fingers and
eyeholes i hid from:
no one can get me no
one can be
the thief …
moon stunt rain.