Finding the Perfect Domain Name
There was a name for us
and we thought it should be
dreamsofsoup.
Finding the Perfect Domain Name
There was a name for us
and we thought it should be
dreamsofsoup.
Untitled
in the essence of nosebleed,
lost in its prime,
the tombstone will read
as follows:
“mistakenly made love
in the middle of
earth’s final
thunderstorm”
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….
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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.