As You Will

mother may we farm the distant stars in ocean hues expanding recession calm the bleating reverberations echo across time running out errant highway souls anguished father broken foundry cast in sheet metal armor and scrap moving motion backwards the sands fall up as you will

I’ll Blame You

we dine on stale flesh of cold desire drinking thin bodied watered down wine of remorse sitting in grey studio apartments overlooking a world which looks down on us – looking up with hope – gazing to the future – stuck in a present which longs for a past which never existed – i wear…