1 October 2007
not so original
tumult in the hall of thanes slick in the galactic plane
blood dogs beards
concealed in resin this confused song’s running on empty its bel canto rubric fora for gamer theory or
the last art of self
rider and ridden frozen in falling the splay of the struggling horse broken thoughts like this I haven’t
opened for years
sepia bitches bay up territories silk crinkles when pulled over sierras at their tips
totems
wasp larvae chew channels now silver Nazca tracks crop circles
turn