I lost my mother’s kindness in the bract of the withering
scarlet void mastectomy in the breast of a bright
you can’t be turning me on and off again
it’s not hard to notice
how you wear the feelings of one person modified by another
I can go on pretending. I amthe denial I wish to be inthe world. The water willnot drown me as I am ofthis flood, I am of thisplain. The water willnot flood me as I amthis river’s course and Iam its mouth and its delta. The…
Some songs are called “The End.”They make everything seem so definite.
On Janet’s last day the 9th floor smelled like popcorn.All the Merch girls had eyelashes like mermaids.
I walk
like a bent eye
On the roadat night
From Knotted.
And finally just the sound of security guardshanging out in a meadow. With the bib onsort of. Sort of feeling my heart
Utopia
Pride is when nine billion birds flatter the sun.Karma is when nations rise out of the sea.The tides grow fat with age as thesun grows fat with age. In a struggle ofman vs. himself, man is a distantcity, a…