in crumpled song
so many parties
too much everything
dancing on broken glass
blue lips of lust
in crumpled song
so many parties
too much everything
dancing on broken glass
blue lips of lust
L’appel du Vide
crime scene: your hand is parallel
to mine, 90° bridge that ends
by falling in until you become
god. we can stumble
into recadency, even though your shadow
I woke somewhere in the soft drone of a library’s ventilation. It wasn’t the same library I had rested in, putting my head on the desk. The room was shaped as a hexagon. Above, pale lights and almost-identical books in identical wall shelves, and air pushed from some subterranean generator….
Continue reading “Biblioteca of Babel”Snuffle Sardanapalus
As a goodwill jester,
invite the invaders
to your slumber party.
The Symphony of the Whiskered
Send the children off to bed.
It is time for us to determine if
our kin is the same sex as the crickets.
Shall we start by examining the variation
in the dead or shape our expectations and
our precedents from the testimony of crows.
By some strange process, the continent of North America has become attached to the celestial sphere at the place where land and heavens meet. It is slowly getting detached from the crust of the Earth, like an old scab being peeled neatly from a healed wound, without any tearing at the edges.
Continue reading “Amerika in the Sky (In Memoriam)”With a wrist, and a twist, Jones set his pint down upon the table. Clearly, twas time to chime.
“We pick up Stone…” he began.
“…henge…” Montrellis intoned.
Continue reading “Six Flix”Entanglement
1 (overture/ phlegm)
Phantom flash/ limb sensation/ to tremble
Those who survived the fire
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