just another bite, I say to my therapistthey’re only donutsyou’ve been giving me sugarpills anyway, so what gives?
Tag: tanka
Unalive//Tanka
After Gattaca (1997) the act of killing is one that is blurredby a lyrical jam withpeople sticking their fingersin the … More
stomach//tanka
peaches in jellygive me a stomach ache like loving does to youthe heat makes me nauseous and all I want is to … More
space oddity//tanka
the rainbow glow of the galaxy enriches the minds of allof the bedroom astronauts whohold their bubbles with great pride
self-obsession//tanka
the self-obsessed are the least intelligent ofthe species becausethey drown in their own puddleleaving them dissatisfied
his cigar//tanka poem
he bought me those sweetitalian cherries inthe snazzy birdcagewhen he died, all I could tasteis that same peppered cigar
Courtenay's Corner 