Following the gaunt pose of a solo voice ever voided in the drift toward Vesey
Suddenly she lost his name and more than that his avenue his usual coming forth his
Mutilated revolution’s bruise of river in a vase of slipped petals and pills she lost his way of talking of erasing her
And taking off the gaze for the other gaze his voice his vessel his avarice pink lips on
A sunless neck lavender with bruises heckle this event say sun drenched say one templed yell so long boy toyota voice roadless until bill moyers says what a dragon is what this ego is what listless letters we had before the machine made us sellers of it one through five best sissies bribed by nothing bitches
God, I could use someone to yell expletives at once a month
Thank god I found you in the blue tunnel under Malibu driving though like it wasn’t on fire and you too my effigy my legion of heat bent bones on leather drum nest you ready as the new sound
The time of matriarchy followed
