stilts |
My manic me. Somewhere off and far about in unlit walks. Darkening on slants across slants over the same eyelid, our widened throats. Endless us. These tilted skylines are my excuse for not looking u...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
.signature in drag marks. |
All eyes on us. Simply stunning in bursts. Looming explosive. jutting outward. Redundant and stunned. Teethed glass, gripped us. adjusted to no one moving. Caught me catching you in the scenery ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
words to new sounds |
The Architect circling
....wed never stop moving. Hysterics and falling through floors. articulated as cables spun 'round wrists .parted neatly. The crushed tongues and pencil marks have kept y...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
