From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.
Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about
I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World
I remember the hosts, the factory of structure, each angelic order sized with even number, cascading fractal
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver
Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae
Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
Torus, it’s shaped like, hang on, the number is as large as the planet.
Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.
I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating