the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

recorded 5.12.17

The whale fall arrives

Thirty one years of this shit

Do I attract it


The whale fall has come

Rain of death settles in sand

∆ I manifest this

∆ I'm buried beneath

∆ Fear fucks me again

recorded 7.1217

recorded 3.12.17