“Don’t be a poet, my darling The taxidermist for ideas and lost dreams”
Source: Beneath the Surface
“Don’t be a poet, my darling The taxidermist for ideas and lost dreams”
“You can hear it in the midst of the night While your gaze roams the vast plains on the ceiling”
“Maggots gnaw on time Glistening ghostly in dark crevices As I wait, resigned”