The banks, they are alive and thriving. The banker’s hands are tired, overworked. Do you see? The billboards, they … More
Tag: society
Push Pull
Waves push pull; the media bobs at the shifting surface. Waves push pull; we swallow brine like sunshine rays. … More
Demands
Fine, I will write a poem about tragedy in the world. Because people of the world have demanded it so. … More
Television
We’ll beg to know what’s behind door number one, two and three. Salivate. Plastic hands wave and shake in shadows … More
Mouth Thorn 