Crescents

let them see the dusk room

decorated with disembodied laughter

the many lights are smothered over our fingerprints

i rest in them dark crevices

and i slept on them glass mattresses

of half finished sentences

cold pressed faces on metal stairs

grating the fluorescent night

dissolved bodies carrossel

slowing walks through fields of lye

i rest in them dark crevices

and i slept on them glass mattresses

of half finished sentences

this head of mine aches persistently

your main defence is keeping indistinct

buried with both names

turning fall through ripples in the seams

peripheral

buried with both names

turning fall through ripples in the seams

peripheral