Poems from s.rosevale
The years are sluggishly dwindling from his face,
Apprehending what trivial nepenthes settled me comatose to truth sought.
Ceaseless pants...
I reached into the sky
But found nothing that I wanted.
I excavated the sea
Till I touched the bottom,
But found no rest for my desire
I...
A tentative ticking clock struck the hand of time
Quarter till ten, when Mrs. Fairchild, slid soft and silent
Into the nursery. Her child,...
I pity a docile and feeble repartee.
Opaque words cut down by characteristic pride
Though I know the fault lies with me
Clinging to...