the light orangeI haven’t left my apartment in a month and I’m not a recluse but I’m reading Thomas Pynchon half-naked afterbarely a workoutbreaking and breaking and breaking Under a sun lampin too-worn flannel not glisteningOverly assured And I’m listening to the new strokes albumOn youtube feeling like something For […]
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A loop spins, round and round concentrically The desiccated sound of horns blowing Each moment decays softer, sounds glowing Like Dylan Thomas nights, eccentrically Drifting off to their death, romantically The silver shavings drift in the flowing Transfer to new realities, slowing Where at one point they will stop, caustically […]