Salt & Gold

they are selling salt and gold. do we care, my darling? mined from the mountain of the soul, beneath the fingernails of children. beneath the gaze of waged men, beneath the hourglass of women, the stalls are laid with mason jars and scales and ingots in glass cabinets. hark! the voices of the barkers trading … Continue reading Salt & Gold

rooftop horizon

kitchen window three-ten blues she loves me, yeah. she loves you, too. oh, what's a boy to do? i ask you. on the rooftop, mars. she deems do cower. "please make it disappear." oh, what a to-do? i ask you. appropriate words. now that's what's needed. proper, appropriated, properly words. kitchen window four-ten blues i … Continue reading rooftop horizon