rolling tongue as gutted on roller coaster cons a stand for quicks on a gripped percent landing shape in muscle of toner portraits space formulates grains of what sandy types are loading a distance pouring rain, then cloudless, a soon to snow and pound the days to soon as a sky of days with cold […]Read more "Acceptance"
at the end of October I will return to the high mountains of the Sangre de Cresto, I will miss you, but in the depths of these differences, strata of a technological multitude remains, and if skulls or rib-bones were to make a pavement of charnel ground vultures between us, and—gripping the sides a bowl […]Read more "Leaving Time"
The Seraphim moon-drip-tears dreaming fingers in the quiet flowers vapor, trailed viols, dry white sliding slabs of blue corollas; the figment of a snowflake kiss. Magnetic captivates egg-sac cleverly, intoxicated perfume droops evenly without regret, but disappointment. Negative space ellipses—the aorta of sleep, gathered. Now wander in the eye of an ancient pavement when hair […]Read more "Des Fleurs"