Hell’s Orchestrator
I pushed up the stairs towards the tenth floor of his building–a high rise of dark, stained concrete. My pulse doubled, nervousness and blood pumping into my legs.
Crowley
The ghost is on his knees in the foot-space of a mahogany desk.
Consent to Patience
I write when I´m not tired, I don´t know why, I guess for the pleasure of passing time, and maybe making someone passing later.
Cattle
His wheezing truck lumbered to the ranch rumoured to have sold dairy.
Sixteen Lipomas had been Excised / Parody of the Language Poets
So I was in pain. Wore the crown
In a kingdom of coprolalia.
Symbiogenesis
There once was a planet infested with trees infested with humans infested with political issues in the making.
_| ALLS / Pristine (try so hard and still worthless)
Into dumpster mouths trickle salty excretions. My own coils come rusty burnt.
A Question Of Consent
Coffee mug to hand, Primate Research book to left eye vision and coffee steam streams up nostrils.
Misery Loves Company – February 19, 2021
The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.
Take My Hand, David Berman
The church organs bellow out of the speakers in the living room, playing music from my phone.
I empty out a little more coke on to the counter in the kitchen.