The Dust of Long Dead Sheep

I almost feel like begging for the big grand knife or the slender shivering blade in these abundant alleyways filled with uncertain strangers with cartoon eyes and teeth yellowed from manic sweets (clowns, jugglers, thieves in sharp expensive suits) but all that they do is kill me with conversation until sleep gravity takes me down […]


I will not bend forward to give you a light to pass you the bread to lend you a hand This is sustained by a state of agitation and attrition of spirit and I am sorry that I cannot abide by what is expected There are angels out there selfless devotees of compassion that would […]