I've always tried to protect you In the night, Swinging my knuckles at shadows In the dark. Not knowing I've been hitting you Instead, for the night is where you dwell. But not tonight, Because tonight is when the dead marches on The streets of Shibuya where we never kissed. The night is too bright,… Continue reading Halloween


Shape of you

I wish I had paid attention under that willow tree When she told me cypress symbolises death, how enjambments mean brokenness, or that caesura signifies an abrupt end. I wish I had the gift of a reader or that of a poet. Yet a mere dumbfounded watcher I am. The dreamer who wakes up with… Continue reading Shape of you