The sunset in smoke’s chokehold Trees erupted; 400-year-old sticks of dynamite, Seems from here, they were just fuckin’ standing around. It reeks like salt and smoke and kerosene I gaze directly into it Spying magnanimous eruptions ‘Cross a nimbus of atmospheres An unspeakable increment away I was a wretched lash of electromagnitude Being retched up […]Read more "[FRAGILE!] Tough-Guy"
“. . .When she burst like a water balloon
I was a flower-child. . .”
“I became lost of the chore of transforming
Into a raccoon, rifling through discarded clothing. . .”
“. . . Bodies in-frame Oozing gutsy milk,
Wings flapped on either side
Feverishly, and for the last time.. . .
“. . . It feels like rolling over
Atop long dead love making.
It feels like cold wet sheets
Bleached, sweating, doubling. “
“. . .We emerged from the darkest weirdest chapter.
Beautiful, in sundresses.
With Jade, with Buddha and Nickel. . . “
“The train rattles on,
Screeching like a robotic banshee. . .”