Thoughts followed me down the narrow hallway like a false fire alarm as I stupidly/innocently scratched at an open wound. The world is a stage containing your fever. Trembling rhythms…
Standing over pseudo-human flies that caught fire from hovering over a pond made of gasoline tears. The smell of vomit in my hair – the whole towns gonna blow. The…
By September you built a shrine for your lover after she died due to a unexpected Cerebral Hemorrhage. You called yourself King Midas. You made a gold cast of her…
My half of a ‘chapbook’ project with Mathew Bowness. You fell threw a plate glass window when you were five. You held out your hand as if to reach for…
I live in a town with misfits and cripples. Everyone has their own story as to how they’ve lost something. We live in a empire made of shit and sand.…
Censorship looks good on nippless breasts beat the dead horse with a shrew pope on his knees corrupting pure soil regretful saints, justified sinner regretful loan cloth purity suspended by…
He played the role of a butcher and cut himself tiny slices. Blood oozed from the lacerations. The flesh so delicate and irritated. He’s insides appeared through his exterior. I …
Here lies the truth when mass consumption from the worlds wounds clot and harden. The world clots. Alone in a culture womb.