peri
pteros
as if
terrace
in fact
was not,
is not
a guarden
to urn
Poetry
peri
pteros
as if
terrace
in fact
was not,
is not
a guarden
to urn
empathy
& euphony
are twin,
sympathy
keeps distance
from within,
sis sweeps
her rummage
for a pin
susan has
the flowers,
those you know,
samar has
more kin
down the road,
the wings above
are alphabets
3 hours long
how to play
a melody
on that
harmonica:
if it snags
trim back
that mous –
tachio,
then it goes
if academe
I’m trireme
lowest deck
but macadam
I’m tramp
a lady on it
something
like spaghetti
western