November skies

Remember. Caught holding the fuses while treason is canistered and staked; 36 barrels to the gallows[...]

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On a pale horse

Tonight you kill someone. Not a faraway kind of killing like a bullet or a button. Or a word. Misheard. Just the tearing of skin, and sin spliced out on the lathe A sigh. A lie. Perhaps? Incoherence and poetry tangle in the mumbled softness of his drunken debut. Curled feline on his chest the … Continue reading On a pale horse

Rag and Bone

Dawn scatters these abandoned skies, cankered in memories of bone and burned outcast grey with the clinkers. I say do as you're told Reborn days blink ashtray eyes, another nightlight outgrown and called into flesh by the fragrance of stinkers. when you're alone with the enemy Torn dolls in hearsay lies, tales of rag and truth postponed and woven silk … Continue reading Rag and Bone