Cosmos

Originally posted on The Anarchic Neuron:
Your space is there, but somehow you are here, mopping the floors of their amber tint with a salt-rimmed cocktail of shoe polish and sweat. You know you are not the first. ? Those ghosts smell of the rectangular shades that eat at the dusty brown paint, the fingers melted…

During the Coup

Originally posted on The Anarchic Neuron:
In the pews, boiling headless roosters. Cornea kicked out in visionary scuffles, those glass-stained mosaic cockfights. ? Today, I’ve come in my cloudless best, shadows sewn in wet petticoats, drowned retina, lambskin, by ladles for hands. ? Did you hear that His cerebrospinal fluid clucks limply while it boils…