The racket
of our own loneliness is loud.
We crave a friendly crowd,smaller than us, but the same.
We carve them, make a gameof choosing their dresses and
homes, their dreams.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
The racket
of our own loneliness is loud.
We crave a friendly crowd,smaller than us, but the same.
We carve them, make a gameof choosing their dresses and
homes, their dreams.