Author: willstheone

Strange Creatures Pt. 7: September Seventh

Your smile is sweet as a stand of sugarcane at the back of Summer’s land.

Petulant in season and out, eyes that taunt the lion

Muhammad A Bee. He stings like a bee. This is late, but it’s a pun, so that’s okay, right?

Bat Pilgrim. I love everything about that jacket, especially the sweet X-Men patch.

I have unstopped the dinner wine to flood abandoned riverbeds;

My Inktober project

Your skin like sand – I drift along your borderline. Move South, I am the satiate of flame.

Mountains, great bones of the earth, slither – snake rib-cages –

Trees thin, till you can see for hours the fire

Mountains roll and crash; no open ocean rollers crest

Dark eyes, pools to drift in, wells to sink in, after the light,

This Autumn night is full of shadowed sounds From leaves that might be steps upon a lawn