for Mike Doughty have you learned by nowthat the twists and grooves of a certain mindshapeslip gently into abstract curlsof language, of melodyof voice when they elaborate at lengthyou saved my life in 2007so graceless, your graceyou must know the liquid tangles of wiringpore over your metaphorto find an opening the shock of recognitiontines connectingtoContinue reading “the secret languages have no textbook”
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nocturne: swamp thing
something about standingin a swamp slimed with pond scumbuilding a bridge with fallen treessurprised at what i can carrythese strangers approachcalling me by namethey have a letter for memistakenly delivered years agowhen it would have matteredthe envelope is covered withnotes about how to find methey’ve made it a mystery to solvethey seem so proud myContinue reading “nocturne: swamp thing”
run tell blake
anyway i was listening to jets to brazil when my sister told me that our dad was gonna die i couldn’t leave work and i didn’t have a grand on hand to buy a last-minute ticket to miami what a horrible place to die after an expensive air ambulance ride might as well stay homeContinue reading “run tell blake”
buried bullets
i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”
mattress dungeon 