roll up the bones
as I work to atone
for my loss at the toss
of the dice
stack up the books
til I like how it looks
in the view for my few
distant friends
Tag: bones
poem: period pyramids? gleam of black stone
period pyramids? gleam of black stone
awfully bad ache in the heart of my bones
teeth crack and break long before I leave home
I couldn’t do any better alone
poem: flash fiction, rolling bones
flash fiction, rolling bones
instead of joints
of roaches plucked from under fridges
coated in their dust
smiling all along!
happy grins alone
sketch: the dead adventurers in room two
Logan Bright — Works 