I stopped looking hard and started looking lightly; Missed so much; how much? I don’t know. A Pollock doesn’t know how much it’s flown nor a crow how...
I’ll dance a little with this tragedy Before I lay beneath its blade. Laugh at a few of the pains it brought As though i were not the recipient, but...
Mercury arose with its wings cut off And no genitalia to allow for Proper assertion of its sex. A forlorn creature whose interactions Seemed only to...
Musical arrangement lies rotting in trend, Consuming unnoticed innovation to sustain its stagnating Mass; Sounding out pretentious self import, like...