falling rocks / times up

falling rocks / times up / first fall tang on the tongue / our fingers vaseline stained / cant forget the clock canting facewise facefirst / damocles like / on a wretched afternoon late holocene / sure feels late

violence prevention / and such / flailing at air / failing / falling like so many leaves / guns

hegottagun shegottagun theygottagun / what about us who do without

thick impastos of blood / what

sure feels late

is late

What I’m Reading:

The universe might be death. 
Human life might be tears.
If human life be tears,
Death might be love.

— Han Yong-un / “The Solitary Night”