Alien Slut Coffee (Part 1)

Had that fifth coffee. It’s kind of romantic. Nothing is ever WRITE. Traitorous disguise. What lust. I lips like and no one knows. Who goes there? There is no garment for the darkness. There is just pajamas. By the off chance that I get to go, there, in some sort of way–would you take me? […]

Charles Olson – I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You

Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood                                         jewels & miracles, I, Maximus                                         a metal hot from boiling water, tell you                                         what is a lance, who obeys the figures of                                         the present dance 1 the thing you’re after may lie around the bend of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the […]