Wednesday, June 9


guts made of milk fat spilled on roadsides underneath the phosphorescent residue of human thought our memories are moving a thousand miles an hour spun by velocity like gossamer wool along cosmos
when i drink soymilk my spit is iridescent white like the walls of your soul that burn white because i am telling you thank you thank you on the last day of your life

1 comment:

Richard Wehrenberg Jr said...

i like the speed of this, the rock-jumping of it.