Poems from prosynn6
In the next thirty years,
There are too many tasks brimmed with ill-founded complexity,
Preying on every second I may lead astray.
As I...
Running Child
Run little child run.Run to the opposite poles of the world.Lather yourself,In all kinds of visual medleys.Flavors,Aromas,...
A Particular Taste - Part I
My clad limbs, Vastly interested in sensual endeavor.Exhausting complete templates,Of amatory contemplations. ...
Corazoncito de Vidrio
En esta recolección,De algún tipo de conjetura.Frágil y en toda razón nublada,Solo me queda este corazoncito de...
One Odd Man
I am an odd kind of man…With the most common of manes,The fibrous strands of blackened filaments. That are as rigid as a...