Quick poems

Stolen

The sun left a shadow behind her
Before dissolving behind the clouds
Autumnal rhythms conducted the medlody of leaves
To dry for yet another tear
Escape from thought amoungst the crowds
Fucked of with Cupid and his theives


A glimpse of light

A vacuous container, nothing more
Three folds settle in dust
A fleshy mess and an empty core
When love turns to rust

Received, the Autumns sun
Elusive, logisitcally intangible
Eyes a nattering one by one
A container, fleeting but full

For now the Crow has gone
For now the Crow has gone