We are undone not at but by the seams, which bind us only to betray.
1. Comfort: Not a song, but a siren. 2. The uncomfortable man leaps; the comfortable man falls. 3. It’s no use killing yourself if you really want to die. 4. Death is just an ugly word for change.
Pressed to the lens, I reply: When I am blue, I am the sweetness of the sky spread over toast. My tongue is a clarinet and my heart is a sieve. I am delicious and sad. When I am green, I lie on the bottom… Read More
Some toast is better charred, That factory bread, Unedified, white-washed, Grains rolled smooth as asphalt, With nothing left to burn But cynicism.
A discomfited duck, His speckled brown feathers And emerald head Bereft of ambition, Wades through Puddles of people And pools of plastic, Pecking at the Cigarette butts Left behind.