D.J. Pink

His love song long sunk in silence, He contemplates doing himself violence, Pumpkin skin thin as parchment. Achy groans risen into rant, He goes unnoticed on the pavement, No wilder-eyed than any other phantom. Bats cup darkness in wings of skin. Amazing, how they skim His skies, warp, cast distortions. There! That caged wind in […]