Feb 4, 2019 | Aging, Dream, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Sestet
Legs stirring before the alarm’s tormenting beep, I wake from strange dreams in the autumn of my youth, and choke on broken promises I meant to keep– a sludge that settles to the bottom with the truth where bottled thoughts belch the foam of cold fermented...
Oct 22, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Sestet
It’s said that Heaven’s Father never will receive worship from those mercenaries who use love’s coin to purchase other joys. If sought not for himself, his hands will kill the traitor gods and glamouring fairies who...
