horror senryu journal: Alan Summers

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Wednesday, July 2, 2025

iced coffee what dropped into its shapes

— Alan Summers

small print the ten green bottles back us up against a wall

— Alan Summers

shadows in the corner moving to police sirens

— Alan Summers

rain falling away from the politician

— Alan Summers

Allhallowtide seasons my mask my enemy my friend

— Alan Summers

sunnyside up
the autopsy shows
a decent breakfast

— Alan Summers

it’s a spider night
we huddle under stars
surveilling us

— Alan Summers

nightzoning
streetlights pick out
the sputum

— Alan Summers

through the amber glass medulla peel thawing

— Alan Summers