bastard children god left behind, i’ve seen you lumber in the dark far away and safe from their law, i’ve watched you drag your quarry across the blacktop rivers that stretch across the face of the earth. footprints replaced with thread tracks, i’ve heard you catcall in the night, the shrill laughter of debauchery, the…

the yellow slant of morning light spills through the fold, filtered and off-color, a strange rhythm to the day, dreams of shifting faces and backward logic a precursor to what will come to pass in the world of the living, what has long been known to the keepers of the other. so much depravity, it’s…

she fills the glass halfway and laughs at the metaphor, surrenders to the sensation and closes a weary eye. it is this way everytime– she fills the glass over, pulls wings from the flies caught in the tsunami– the girl’s got grip. she drains the glass empty and watches the last drop suffocate before her…

in her room the light is just a little brighter, the darkness just a little darker. i lie in her bed with a cigarette brandished between two fingers and the light from that is moreso than in any other place. above and behind us the window cracked softly to let in just a trace of…

in that valley lined with street signs and overhead lights come the dregs like bad omens, loping with their crooked grins and burned out eyes, they come across the road alone or in the company of others, trailing children behind them in a train of utterly horrifying lineage while ants with iron hides and headlight…

she’s inches away dancing on the edge of reason, speaking in a language i can’t recall, drifting in and out of focus, always throwing me spirals yet never letting me catch them. she is a silhouette of possibility sending premature shivers through me, never listening to the others she trusts my strange eyes and she…

looking into the abysmal heart of heaven for hours i watched fallen kings burn out in the atmosphere, my eyes trained upward to such a degree that it became unclear whether the stars were real or manifested from a desire to have them there and like some fallen god stationed to a remote world i…

they live outside the well, indiscreet in their pilgrimage towards nothing, fearless from a lack of understanding the very things that can tear them apart. they soak up the sun and ride the waves while i hide in the shade, and smoke, and dream, and write absurd observations i wonder if they write about me.…

i have come to know well the metallic undressing of her hands as a signal for whats to come– ring after ring, then watch and bracelet until her bare wrists and fingers collide with mine. a soft neon blue twilight shifts our focus on one another and we glide between the sheets, the medium of…