Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Two onyxes atop another out where… the signal clear, it rang through… so loudly I frightened myself: RESPECT! I remember how often my Grandmoth…

With certitude was the stove on th… as it always was, warming my feet… next I was on the floor and it flo… and then flashed to a different po… upside down

Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard: