craquelure.txt

hemorrhage.txt

LUCIDITY

TEXTILE

GOING IN

TRENCH

mudslide.txt

It stands to be said; I sip parlour;
will of bamboo & connected
hemp—

Starting from the front—
incongruities rejoice, teething on
pointed chisel,

like white-caps
jettisoned carelessly
only to circle
back.

[It ain’t my job to fix ‘em]

The slave emerges as a marbled
youth; burying their face
into arm & triceps;

quartz extraneous—
seldom-used.

human bites.txt

dislocated.txt

IMPERSONATOR

tally marks.txt

sync to sync.txt

Acts like television—
seeing more now than I did then;
[seeled eyes] every hunt
jollies a stitch.

Floating-point precise: the quail
were preened for sport,
blood &
                glucose.

Dark will embankment—
salient boon—

[the fear of being]
        most of what follows
                        is true.

SEEL

Fill him:
fed intestines, fuel, & waste;
general repair—
       horse meat for legs.

Into the headboard,
I indent myself ball & socket.
[Vertigo O Vera]

An arrow of fallen objects,
difficult to parse what’s
straight—

Ten-kilometre maximum—
stop line,
                school days.

save yourself.txt

rare one

it happened here

or is it?