Pour the moonlight down my throat, and let her elixir soothe my parched lips…

Jasmine woke into her dream uneasy…

💦

Coming to know, a decision being made, is not conscious…

City witches sun bathing on barrio rooftops, city witches reading cars among the sirens…

under the broken spring your frame shimmers in the light of several houses…

My father hobbled up the path, still using that old bamboo stick as a cane…

nasty weather. but that’s when bonfires broil in trashcans…

As I sit at a lonesome table in Paris, within a room designed for joy and the enjoyment of fine drinks and soft pastries, I prepare myself for a moment of stillness…

It was a shit deal, being a zombie…

Translucent whispers, while you catch me, withering from the weight of the world…

On her bed laid a ruffled dress her mother sewed years ago…

(silent actors who posed as cowboys who were secretly robots)