The Black

Writing to illustrate—are you seeing it?

The problem I mean, the scratching at the

seams, who’s trying to style-mimic like what?

Lavish land of costumes for the Indigo

Moon, Scarlett laces to hold it down (but

miss their master) and don’t forget to

arrive the kind of late that rips the witch’s

stitches leaving me on the ‘dance floor’ sole-less.

Please see the thrill in this exercise,

from garage to

beyond the crack in the concrete that

gets wider the closer your eyes get to so-called figure... turquoise eyes--

Always remember who’s your pilot…

Checker flag hasn’t stopped spinning

but in the depth of the spiral,

we can confirm

there is no air.

Beating the head against the

wall—Jesus Christ, already! Seek to

seek and weep for every lost traveler,

with that jagged confused last expression…In Valhalla,

Ol’ buddy. Hel would do, too, just to see any of you again.

Re-crafted the halo into fucked

up horns jabbed into the skull,

oh not for the look…

there’s like this itch, if I could just reach…

What?! I didn’t know it mattered…

Antenna operational to the oh—never mind. Sign here from another place, oh, and another thing reaching from the dark growing separate from my research.

Color mine the unfocused type, in details

that Can’t seem to, hold on...

reseal the bottle. The rule said only one jostle, one sec…

Fungi the Andromeda Cluster speaks for itself! We have--

no, he isn’t arti-choking, Carl, but

I think more will be here

in a moment.