tiredness, the willow trees
outside are whispering for
quaint attention.
the night is young but i
am dosed with strychnine
and nitroglycerine
and evergreen on my lips—
and i ended up stumbling on
the porch steps and i
ended up sleeping among
the enveloping branches of that
weeping willow tree
YOU ARE READING
Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
