25 January 2014
9 March 2025
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angel with harquebus
the shock of it
my drink spills on your day
popped from a blister pack
crows on the wind bluster, they fade
then muffle bells and chatter at synapses
while cultures of evening
slide into lanes, stretch
out to forests paused from volition
…
blood on white bread darling
it’s gotta taste good
the engine I think the engine said
should one tenth of a gigalitre
course through your heart
your heart will not rust
why don’t you
trust me on this?