12/23- homeless/nameless: spit from the mouth of the government, scraped from the boot of society.

1/9- diving is falling: memories, like shipwrecks, sink to the bottom of my heart. all in sedimentary ash.

1/10- hissing tears: your crying eyes are snakes, the traveling shapes down your face are not tears but tongues lashing out against the air.

1/11- king size concrete: light artificial bathing nature's blanket in acidic lumination. unready but not unwilling to face the last day of my life...[thought incomplete]

1/13- the error in control: be still my darling night sky, so i may hang the moon upon you. fractured, falling off the ladder, i see stars... [thought incomplete]

NB @ 8:56 AM

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