It’s cold.
Hard floor, harsh light, naked body.
Cold ‘is’ the absence of heat and as such is a type of sub-condition. A little can feel nice on a humid, summer day and a lot can feel ov...

Strange stranger stirring
Up Rifts.
Tifts.
Of this height.
This night.
What's right?
My potential?
Burnt bright?
Is he true
Or am I
Far from

The circus carcass remnants bright

wheeling pendants of mysticism

making obtuse,

the clear night light.

Drowning druids with skepticism.

...

I'm sitting in my bath. 

Edna sat here with Ophelia and you.

And I sit here with Sylvia.

Born from here and baptized here and returned to here.

...

Taylor the Torn Turnip transforms terrible teaspoons of taken tears to tools for tapering tall.

Take time to think of Taylor the Torn Turnip's abili-T.

Auditions today.

Coveted role glistens

And in a tidy, suburban corner

Nobody listens

To the poor, misunderstood, self envious victim.

...

I'm jealous of everything.

Mutant manifestations turn my eye green.

I wish I was he.

I wish I was she who now wishes to be me.

And speak...

After fight.

After birth to be buried back again.

Informidable enclosures fall

only so they may rise times ten.

Always a scar however.