Agoraphobia, they said and it was as if philosophy was dead, replaced by the father of liar’s reeducation Nearly every one is a poly want a cracker and on all cides, the walls shrink in meaning Doors locked to keep away tears, all who are superfluid and psychic And little cults of Marxism all on …
Category Archives: Ethereality
In the land without heroes
It’s how she refuses to emit Not one slip-surely you’ll tell the next chance you get Not one miss-just drive the nail in On the table, each to each, a confessional beauty Cry at Her feet, never to last it out or give way Even upon pleading, upon bleeding Near supplication and clutched calm Cinder …
Black Lucy
As I unravell Her, eyes see Under the stand, she isn’t Matters little to the “whirl.”
The Immaculate Perception 