slumbering in the fires

this crisis is just like that one. a routine of epochs. it raises the hair on the arm and neck. it chills the room. it breaks the ne...

i keep falling in over and over even though i'm expected to be someone else and do something else something less idle i have sha...

on the way home i saw two buzzards eating a cat cold and wet a crushing of the spirits let us commence in the abandoning of all hope

i am the last burning tree in the forest i am equanimity turned to pitch and tar i am the minutiae of the incremental shift for these ...

the shadows lengthen from the stygian corner to my outstretched hand reposed, between the jaws of the wolf, delicately on its quive...

i hear the ghosts of trees, of this and that world dissolving into the night. in the whispering darkness the lights click on humming a...

this is the one, until the next one. in a field of wild flowers emblazoned in white violets and pale golds, all with names but i ...

and in the glow of the easy and pure - you will forget the words of things - catching the dust of stars and suns in your swimming e...

the fix is in. was in. the scheme worked out way before you learned sit up and gaze, learned to punch a clock or discern things ...

they lie there, some scattered, some stacked neatly waiting and fading from memory the promises and responsibilities self inflicted a...

tonight i slept and while sleeping i dreamt and while dreaming i felt and ideated i was forgiven. it was a dream usurping actuality, ...

in madness i am chasing, chasing, chasing you or something like you. forlorn and devoid of hope. i've eradicated the sleep fr...

in those late hours of night when that sound deep in my skull, vivid, crisp, and precise, of splintering bone reverberates, casc...

i've crossed the valleys and you crossed yourself as i approached. the sparrows gasped, now short of breath like these dying days, ...

the sun screeches up upon the sky like hyenas drunk on blood and murder. i search for your house to set it ablaze. i am a broken, clu...

the grains of salt that you discard, they are measurable by length and width and height. they too have a dimension and once a purpose...

we are the eaters of bees with our swollen guts and distended bowels, strung out on the sweetness we search for the adjuvant, the h...

i think my biggest problem is envy. it is a stink not easily gotten rid of. it is petty and shitty and ugly to look at. it infects with...

from here i can see for miles and miles. the rumpled landscape blown away to dust at the edges and the days seem to be all short ...

i awake, my blood coagulated and thick, ebbs through constricted capillaries in sluggish waves. the chill creeps its way along th...