Your body is an ocean. Deep below, under crushing pressure, a volcanic fissure spits fire and bloody light reveals monsters writhing in mortal combat, while miles above, your fleeting smile is a sailboat on stalled waters. 12/11/08 2am
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101° Glenn Gould plays Bach as I step on that distant shore. Handing my coppers to the boatman, I look up the bank for you among the crowd scanning the new arrivals for old friends to lead across the fields […]
my old friend is worried about me coughing roughly deep in the night he stands by the bed searching my face for a cue a clue to my senseless barking barking he paces the floor for hours he sniffs my […]