Summer

It is the third time this year summer aged for her, every night for eighty-four nights golden dreams reincarnate as the hours relive and we count with our fingers with fatigue, not pity.   For even as her lips stretch wide she is glistening with the sweat of labor and heart disease, her empty hair […]

Sisyphus

White dreams of Sisyphus we taste them at daybreak we taste them like lubricants we gulp without tongue we taste and we taste as his knuckles fall out. Midday today he sleeps and he prays he prays on all fours grey eyes to his knees he drinks from greased cartridges his boulder is black.   […]

John Dies

I should have learned to be more cautious of pyramids like this. The golden advancements of sand triangular reversed, a mere blurb to the camel industry we so admired. Because the red sand flying is but another autopilot, and in my dictionary there is no such word as “fall”. When rumbling sounds conveyed to us […]