The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the periphery. Like a buzz, like an absence. Light…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the dower of that murky dream’s promise of weddings…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably doomed to repeat this facet until I get…
I have been reading atrology, again Venus is in the seventh house and visiting my sixth and fifth lovers, again beckoning upwards as my arrow remains…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. The way (I) expect, or ants piping art,…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions everlasting into the air unkempt, unspent ties to…