Wild Cats in the Kitchen

I Need To Look Up More Like Looking Up

The Book of Myths from one sailor to another and they liked my cats who mainly lived under the house on Petronia Street and Simonton.

KICK THE DIRT

they fly to others that they do not know of

I am a communist. Failure times ten. I only live behind a camera. I want to record all of it. The old, white men who control the le-Congress are about to fail us. It is disingenuous to maintain the lie there will be another vote and another vote and another…

the animals know they will be killed now, resigned, depressed, sad, the hammer man arrives to bash your skull in so homo sapiens can eat you

The sheep know they will be killed. The lambs know, too, they will be killed. It was a hot summer and now fate. They are resigned to their deaths. Both the lambs and their sad mothers had their heads bashed in with hammers. They know enough to scream. Homo sapiens…

In the fresh Sunday-morning air off with brisk excitement 2do his sacred duty at the meat alter.

Who is that fat man with the pinky face. And His Wife. No. No. No. He’s not married. And His Wife.

Bent and Thin

dirty little rooms

The house groaned in the unreal wind. We crept about like spiders, dirty little room to dirty little room, chewing darkly on the final scale of our shabby lives.

witches again

Your Worth Is Based On Boxes

sullen dying autumn’s wet decorum of an old man’s coat

u cannot ride shotgun because u do not know how

Tim Barrus Photography

Tim Barrus Photography

delerium

desire. have u drawn a circle around it. this will take months to fix.

How many years ago. Did we cum here.

House Party

Give me a house, and I will give you a house party the likes you will never have again.

High-Heeled Shoes With the Open Toes

Filled With Strange Dread That Sorrow Cannot Sleep

Hector is dead. There is nothing more to say.

Empty Tigers And The Sea

your private truth in the still air frost of a shrouded head

sleeping swift in cups and all the brothers, too

blue lake lake

indéfini

WE ARE THE CUNTS

I am a communist. I am a cunt. I am here to be around. You want complexity. I have none. I am a very stupid person lashing out my fingers from my cell of stones and layers and lapses in our memories od the way it used to be. Who…

And Tongue of Dog

And they would hang them from the tops of trees. Each one an anecdote. Some spots become ingrained. Others, were all you had.