Red raindrops of rye.

We are red raindrops of rye people is pain struggle and sigh while our eyes squint & scan as a minister’s motor crushes bones a man child’s pupils dilate & zones we roll, burn, inhale, keep it in sleep the long sleep outside and within Republic & CM make you DM tit for tat, Pandora

The Spider poem.

a poem about writing and its dilemmas.

Home for you

Keeping home for that someone