Don’t roil the water Wait for the paint to dry Sssh! the children will hear What are you burning Commingling with the ashes of the dead? Surely you know the matter— Particulate—we breathe Is someone’s uncle Or sister floating in air At 300 ppm
Recycling You say bilious In cross-bone stance Dead planet nimbus Blinding Chunter of dead Rasps & tongues
A passing thought I hooked & threw back
“We made the world we’re living in and we have to make it over again.”
— James Baldwin / “Notes for a Hypothetical Novel”
i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....