A really weird, disturbing dream last night, resulting in this weird poem. (The title is tentative, until I can think of something better…) You should have never let the sleazy label guy in Of course he was going to walk out with the evidence to satisfy some prior contract— everything but the baggie full of [...]
Tag: factory
There is no way to interrupt the process once it has begun (a poem)
Had trouble sleeping at first last night, so I tried writing a few things… Spinning squares send spiky spirals splashing across the factory floor but the machinery doesn’t stop Though I escape by roundabout means and random dodges I can still feel the shredded layers of skin about my mouth and face It heals quickly [...]
