Another listicle…
Enter only through this revolting door.River running down sleep steeps to the sea.A dearth of beer cans wish for so…
Unqualified to be a prophet,your voice still claws the wildernesshoping to score points against the void.Your strangled voice must…
“Mediocrities everywhere… I absolve you…” Antonio Salieri, Amadeus
the old gods,called backfrom sleep,are angry
When the call came,no one answered.It was from Deathand who takes that call?Death needs to catch up.Death needs to text.So much easier…
Cambodia 1972 — for Paul Brandt