Poems by Elliot Harley McKenzie

The summer was perfectSprays floating on the breezecoins of light on the sidewalk. Luck, a two toed creatureknocked twice and

Great golden gourdsyou pick among the bruised stone fruitwith juices leaking onto plastici’m coming up with more and more creative

I want to sink warmly & whiplike into a honey-filled estuary,for the tide to turn and take me out to