edited version of Mid-Nite Conquests Other-worldly dreams keep me at peace pressing lips, familiar amalgamations possess piercing and forgettable eyes. It seems as though appearances are constantly changing, a million copies of his face. Some of these strangers resemble neighborhood boys playing with bright plastic toys.
A strange dream of a smile split in two. Red dizzy spit pooling in the drain, dissipating in feathery swirls but, the piercing’s disappeared. Silver spike missing from pink gums. A boy I adore lays beside me on a couch leaning in as his girlfriend watches television. We dare to hold hands where she can’t […]
I say this, but to you it means that or worse, nothing. A tree obscures a power-line, fried potatoes tower over trembling pieces of yellow corn. Tassels grab clouds that rip. Contents pour, orange juice scum lingers on the lips of a tall glass. Stringy pulp tastes a bit like the dream I had after […]
