The Sunset Sings

The sunset sings its sorrowed song Of shadows shared in shameful shacks; How night will never know the name Of travelers who leave not trail nor tracks – The grass, it grows on ground and grave, The weeds grow wild, where they will; The sunset sings its sorrowed song, And stuck, I stay here, Static, … Continue reading "The Sunset Sings"

Seldom Said

Seldom said, and sorely saddled: Aspirated, drawn and addled — Farthings further than the fallows, Hunted down in haunted hallows Variegated, vain and vapid, Running randomly and rapid, Stalagmites of stone instead — Secrets stored and seldom said