Descending dawn dripped distant, circle dive (from a chair)
Sitting cold sun sinking solid, spinning in water
Growing green steam, stream wave of light points
to the WHEELS & walking hinge
                                           lisp
Cringing Gait
                  [slipping
                       soaked
                       slop stairs]
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...wound trembling joyful in the night
melted sign beaming  gleaned sigh..
pushing loose, pounding furious
Burgeoning blackened mind.
Force'd lull -- drolling stroll

Full pull, strong strain.

Splintering (joy?)

wise wave.

Up In The Trees, Now Knelt
Youth Burnt Cross Laden with Guilt
Transmuted Forces cast into the world
Flickering, fauning - [spark] - dead ( Read more... )

Thrones of wet field ( Read more... )

Part of a(n) (l)ongoing saga started tonight, scribbling furious in tiny dim light... A small fraction of what won't be finished for a long time, intended to be read aloud, this is the first piece of writing I'm happy with in a long time. You might know what it stems from ( Read more... )

     Free Black Market weekends ( Read more... )

Escaping the clutches
only touching creepy tins
with sentiments of us
Traveling through a city
that's more like a desert
more like red walls in a red world
peeling back tall black words like "crayons"

live [thoroughly] this

. . . McDonalds astronauts and walking coffin coughing
syrup from a jar candy mints on top of table tar
hi-fi going country western showing
musty little dogs in chairs next to corners
moving hanging pictures flicking tv dials
moving on blue water tiles Where Are You
                                         1770s?

                                          Wavering piece of warped board stood on by a variation ( Read more... )

                                there's one less window ( Read more... )

Often times I'd like drop off the planet, or rather, have the planet drop off me ( Read more... )