Just Words In A Song

Where there’s jangles and bangles and beads with stars, kin strumming, thumping, crooning and wailing, I am the one who hears it serious. I crumble under, with a touch of delirious, a conversational unrest; I suffer disabled tongues; my mind’s too slow. These knees are bruised, scraped, peeled raw and bloody done and my right […]

where I go at night

My tongue can excavate my throat, vacate my mouth and go sunbathing by a hydrochloric sea, go river boating down the intestinal jungle amongst floats of dark matter and guerrilla warfare bacteria lurking the glistening, dark walls. It can find the shin bones over the calf bones, and eat dirt pies in the inns along […]