Maybe another god’s voice was calling out my name behind me. Maybe my eyes were crossing just a little in bliss or heaven. The silent rise at the opening, having conversation with birds, having almost named the wind, almost burst into flame. But, mornin

They had intercourse with mouth, face, they flourished and were boned by the sea. They knelt at the shore with every slut and whore, alive again, renewed, brought over by the power of their underside. Sight, vision, noise, sound, breath. They never

Butter me up, moon lover. Remember, I was once your warm and hot goddess of flowers, washed to shore with the others you may have forgotten. Now the issue of the earth gets nearer, and we can see each other once again, if only in our dreams. Just be

Even the neighborhood houses show their sunburnt faces and symptoms of heat stroke in the glow of their night lights.

After breakfast, he dresses and heads / for the blackjack tables.

What happens in heaven stays in heaven.

"The shipyards of the soul do not exist." The Colussus has always been a colossal waste, and the riddle of Your Father's Identity confounds no one but yourself. What a riddle, what pills! He was known for…

Were you with us when the sunlight fell directly on our skin like this? When we lay around in paintings on the pink sand, with the rose and lavender highlights on our nipples as if the light were passing right through them? The land so pink beneath us t