ᒋᐸᐩ - poems

fashion disasters

sometimes it was stones
sometimes it was powder
they threw away the world's world
favouring the air

the dangerous boys
mama warned you about
those fashion disasters
in oil-puddle vanities

they spoke of academia
and engineering feats
they spoke of medication
and phenomena of verse

rhetorical, precise
poised and profound
maybe you will find them
when you really walk the night