Thursday, January 04, 2024

( me )

Gonna Roll the Bones.

"Poetry is an unintelligible unmistakable vernacular like the language of the animals--a system of communication whereby a fox with a turkey too heavy for it to carry, reappears shortly with another fox to share the booty." --Marianne Moore

Pixel gas station sunset.

to have my fill of sleep
incendiary slope
whereon are built all measures
kitebind & kiteslip
& the tutelary fissures

Squad.

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