jefferson davis eyes

(via)

Weng Weng. (thanx Jayson!)

a moment of steepening darkness
a bouquet of harm
pothole never fixed
so let's give it a name
shiny black car in the sunlight
briar cove
where the dead men lost their bones

3 gray blobs encircle me
as the apparatus of rust
nods to the apparatus of invisibility
SOZYPLINI call
from a nonworking number
which might well be the dead

the darkness,
growing steeper

David's Town.