( me / via )

"I mean, I thought I was gonna be as famous as Bertolt and little German schoolchildren were going to be reciting my poetry before school starts."

but i cannot · stop his mouth with clay
   the microphones from humming
treasure · i cannot turn redhats back
   into the broken children they were
come sit with me · in this becrimsoning
   chantpleure of crawlspace
sunset · where a million bucks
   is not too much for a bomb

Steering Wheel.

"How it was that they so aboundingly responded to the old man’s ire—by what evil magic their souls were possessed, that at times his hate seemed almost theirs"
—@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Bucket list.