pillows not to sleep

29.

siren-call of the quotidian iota
golden koan spiralling
into itself with the gaseous census
whose thoughts are full of indices and surds

silverfish, be my messenger

Drilling a square hole.

"...it has long been recognized that America is an asylum. It is only since Prohibition that it has looked a little like a lunatic asylum." --G K Chesterton

Republishing the Bolted Book.

"That monstrous chamber roofed with blood-red wings" --Nimrod