the rites small, but GROSS
my sweater starts to RAVEL
half-formed thing
intent when Mothra starts to OVATE
little souvenir of a terrible year
Briareus’ illimitable SETUP
vertical-ridged, tan water tower
since then i have SLEPT
only tea in the pantry
peach MANGO
Geiger counter holiday
Bikini ATOLL
low-rent rentier · spiritually speaking
a NOMAD
Raku the smoky progenitor
of this GLAZE
boulder on your shoulder (Sisyphus)
feel a bit OLDER
Hieronymous Bosch on tesseract acid
could have made these melting CARDS
apart together
& yet together APART
best music
never played commercial RADIO
oasis of the scribbling green pangolin
jonesing for a coffee DRINK
this is not the dining car
so shut up & STOKE
“Once upon a time I was immortal; my forehead was of white spindle-haired cedar; and in time I fell from the star-beds; and in my trouble came hope of coming forth again on the green earth from the three-roofed palace. Now, near home, I am ashamed to say, I am thirsty for blood.” –@gods_txt
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