My father is lost in the desert. Is lost in the shadow of Christ. Is lying in a pool of his own piss on the men’s room floor in the bar at the bottom of the hill, and of course he blames me. Blames my sister, blames my mother, and the woman sits up next [...]
Entries from April 2009
April 15, 2009
Ding Dong
Ding dong the witch is dead bitch must be contained she’s solely seen red her emotions are muddled unnerving and carving the cage for the smoke-sad canary bird that random broad existence is futile and with reptilian talons fingers piano tactile scales you meant more to me self-medicating in your mattress singular dread bed erase [...]
