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
i heard a man with a dry cough. i saw a dog with a leg hacked off. i forgot just what it was to wake up in a mess of hot cloth. the queen's speech don't cut it no more.
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
the prose she hones (analogue collage 06/11/20 10x10") The prose she hones all winter is wreathed in magic, sex and wonder. Come spring, will she, I ponder, still pen me essays of her darkest hour.
i've smoked all the wine and drank all the baccy. and it's got to mean something, but it's ten thirty eight, still early. i may just stay up 'til dawn. (Could've worked better, somehow, with 'dusk'. But that would've been crazy!)
What happened to the apostrophe in Hallowe'en? Where is it kept? I searched my shoebox, but none of them seem to fit. It's spooky.
