anything for the sake of karma

Dress shirt sets wrinkles in earshot and claims stigmata¬† After the pen breaks and dots greased palms.  Falling to pulse fluctuations, setting the rhythm for  a metronome To track heartbeats. Sitting cross legged on the platform bench opening their diary to page two documenting reality as experienced by one  Leaves congregate in the air likeContinue reading “anything for the sake of karma”

loneliness

Civilians eliminate communication as if receiving their degradation is a privilege.  Time compensates for the lapse of company by allowing entertainment to infiltrate consciousness, sequencing the blood from a frown to itemized nutrition, listed like movie credits, vying for affection from dilated tongue spurts.  Bum-Lick-Jane wipes the spittle, preserved where her wrinkles rotate from aContinue reading “loneliness”