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thoughts on piss christ and photography (06/21/2023)
consider these solipses:
measured, carried steeples
round a brined Mary
suspended in the plasma
of hapless, desperate donors
centrifugal refugees
all unknown behind glass
this is a king's country:
a throne grown too small
phagocyclic in the flesh
bedsores in the shape of sin
and
lead of goblets held within
my crucifix is a bullet
made from ...
Friday 21st July 2023 4:03 pm
howl steppin (09/11/2016)
'you never write me back in the cold and sober howling winds of daylight, where you're in danger of being seen. you never write me when your form cannot bleed into the formless, rooting in, burrowed deep into the ground, wrapping ahold of me tight, feeling rather than seeing -- much unlike this stark and starchy daylight living. You only write when we re both tasting death by the precarious and cu...
Sunday 11th September 2016 4:58 pm
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