Decenter Poems - Poems about Decenter

...All night a sleepwalking death stumbled in and out of his prone body. He had been drinking again, whisky fumes rolled around a dry, thick tongue. The air in the room wavered from hot to co......Read the rest...

...taken away by the flight by the primacy of our own life process we are all flies craving for honey or we are pebbles— washed but never get cleansed! let us not be distracted by the disapp......Read the rest...