Author Archives: Roman

Yellow days send me 
toward perforations,
into the shadows. 

Meadows lark better birds,
while I run from purple
and blue indigestion.

The universe 
curls toward light?

Precise constants form 
spotless foundations 
I burn to mimic.

But a trillion
heads in row
would be far from enough;

Let alone
my little
sun-shy one.