Ninety metal coffinsWere a few too manySo they only sent forty-five Little pots of steel.With swinging handlesTo boil men alive… Read more Gestundheit
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Fingerprints of spring
Five hundred fingers With oily intent Leave firm whorled prints On bare skin Seeping into the bones And wrapping over… Read more Fingerprints of spring
Food court, 9am
Stuttering voices echo Across an empty cavern Spectral forms Sing from the shadows Hammer falls Sound a rhythmic beat Clattering… Read more Food court, 9am
Slight Giggle
Beneath the creeping vines Behind the long grass A small cafe in brick and mortar Small women, in casual black… Read more Slight Giggle
Rage
Impotent, traveling on straight lines, illuminated by experience, bends double and consumes the bearer
Tighearnan John Kelly 