I. Twenty-five years.Twenty-five million specks of dust.The flakes of rustblew through plastic and boards:life passed…
The way in…I witnessed myself: Trapped in a year,a model in a bottle,sealed in the…
Flowing is the tide
to sink through the sands.
Faster in speed.
Slower in thought.
Decisive in action.
A snort and puff;liquor pours outthrough pores, flushed and fierce,and steam fills the voidwhile clanks…
Words are wielded like torches,unintentionally hot,accidentally unconstrained,and hit patches of flesh we did not expect.…
Tell me where you’ve been and hold the key up
Don’t look at your numbers,
look at me and ask.
neglect or not.
A porcelain jar of skeleton keys
go to nothing,
lost their use in time.
The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where…