"His pattering steps and mine alone were heard, when we entered the magnificent extent of nave and aisle of St. Peter’s." —Mary Shelley via
Street art in Seattle's Pike Place.
"ODE: Glencliff vifgage"
fast food suicide
diagnosed sayonara
sing liftoff
engines en pointe
don't talk about the Wall · from where it can see you
fake news suicide
system fnords persisting
what's to do
with porn ruin
on fumes from the bonfire · of the inanities
lemmingward apex predator
hapax leguminatrix
words dissolve
on the brisk wind
i can't tell you anything · in the winedark confessional
books i made unburdened
by likelihood hoodwink
cloud swallows
in a clear sky
pull the curtains to · lower the blind
whiteknuckle boredom
order of nine angles
puissant sludge
slathered-on whelm
forgot my jacket · in the gen'ral exodus
mad ascent of mousetrap
monstrous recap pawnstorm
purulent
pockets of change
dust of tires · settles on ev'ry term
become cartoon camwheels
curtailed as boss flosses
wander bright
empty hallways
ever unfolding · echoing footsteps
open package forwarded
to this Galapagos post
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