his wife upstairs with the boyssends hate through the floor in her sleepi am gathering all the things i have left behindon previous visits; soggy shoes an old coata purse with a smelly glass pipeif it be the last time let it be the bestthe snow has just begun to meltbut in the car thisContinue reading “nocturne: exit wounds”
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nocturne: defensive maneuvers
they have usin a thin-walled shackwith tiny guns& not enough bullets eirann is excited to see some actionthe troops on bicyclescall me dangerousthey want to make an example there’s a wounded birdcrying like a human childi hold it gentlytelling it about the divine feminine& teaching it the ave mariaa sort of shushed lullaby the onesContinue reading “nocturne: defensive maneuvers”
nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth
language practicein a grimy dinerlaughing at gibberishshe followed me outto film the parking lotaspin behind the camerai joined the dancersdizzy with cobblestonescutting our feet bloodyi caught branches to swingin the soft grey dampfloating upward becomes naturalif you let go of gravitya simple matter of pointinghead as compass and engineto rocket into the bluethree layers ofContinue reading “nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth”
mattress dungeon 