Demolishers descend upon me with chisel and crowbars strike me where I am vulnerable most they look at me with glee deciding which part of me is juiciest out come my doors and windows which lineup with SALE labelled on them
DSevoid of walls I still live on hoping my walls will rise again but hey what do I see? walls rise to reach the sky shaping cubicles large and small each vying with the other trying to glean shoppers from each other
My spirit is tattered between them Am I living or dead or multiplied?
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million