My dreams have fangs
My dreams are carnivores, they’re less of knifes but more from lead. The night’s a lizard harpsichord, it’s heavy footfalls of ungrateful deads. Outside owls; my head’s a cockroach nest, […]
Daily Archives: October 11, 2016
Ada Lovelace day
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Lord Byron Creating ways to clockwork math. I left my work to be decoded, by famous men […]
