Eldo
loss leaves a hole, smells of old thoughts dying tunnels under railroads, a brash hand thrown to the sky eating minutes seconds hours there are too many pocketknives in …
loss leaves a hole, smells of old thoughts dying tunnels under railroads, a brash hand thrown to the sky eating minutes seconds hours there are too many pocketknives in …
faceless, a doctor leans into a light sniffing for pungency curling his finger around the scalpels he calls home
in a bar in a little southern town there’s a ruddy-faced man knocking back bourbon and laughs obscene santa, whitehaired a man who likes to say things like “take a …
feeling like a rough pearlstone grey and unwashed a morning when you’re afraid all the little tributaries of thought will swell and burst from your head and it’ll leave this …
you are living in Boston in 1939 watching lights bright sparkling crackling air hard tires on old cobblestones or walking a block in …
I laugh and the curve bends towards the tunnel with the sudden bright lights the interior of the car flooded with superhuman yelloworange when is all this going …
A long worm crawls from a hole deep in sodden ground the air passes overhead grass strains for sky heat, uncomparable heat beating like wings, engulfed in flames sidewalk sizzling footsteps plod …
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