This twisted old tree
the miscellany on the floor, acquired, took about a lifetime.
the horologist arrives late to the party
the pollen swarm is passing strewed the snarling snout AHHH- AHHCHOOO'd hold on, hold on here comes another biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath in AHHH... AAAHH-- --PAUSE-- it's quiet up here this frozen millisecond where velocity is zero and my eyes are closed at the apex of this sneeze I am not rising I am not falling and … Continue reading Benadryl, a poem
take all my luck every last leaf i give to you all my belief
I. have seen living death A. in a space B. where information was sliced C. and served one slide at a time
something so big its presence is forgotten