agony i beat my breast with that thing you use to beat eggs what do you call it never mind nobody cares if my flip-flop soul is coming unraveled my ideological marx umbrella is ripped from the hand not holding that thing you use to beat eggs twisted beyond recognition by a satirical wind i … Continue reading Manifesto
A ghostly cloud frames a blank face with flashpoint eyes. I think of her while watching it drift across the endless dark. Behind me a deer snorts a warning to leave which I ignore in favor of trying to determine the color of the universe. Cats sit at my feet and perhaps wonder what my … Continue reading A Welcome to the Perseids
Babble & Bite 