Poems from LoonChaser
The hand on the clock is broke
time is lost
the horn on the horse is chipped away
so burn the map
cut your wings
lose your way
and spread...
I have a book of sonnets all for you
Its
1000 pages
with 1000 words on each page
Shakespeare couldn't compete with my compilation of...
There's a storm across the sea
your ship is in great calamities
so dock your boat in my bay
ive got a light for you to come this way
ive...
Trust my happiness be more than civilized
but bursting with rebellious torture
through chained doors of sickness
she is suffice to my...
Boundaries lay stacked
through perimeters of grassy patches
ritualistic blazes spread
with hazy air making
the flowery bundles of trees...