super pink moon

Closed on account of Rabies.

"Now mercy save the peril-stricken man,
Who 'mongst his shattered canvas sits aghast
On the last sinking plank alone, and sees
The congregated monsters of the deep
For his dead messmates warring all, save one
That leers upon him with a ravenous gaze
And whets its iron tusks just at his feet:
Yet little heeds his wide and tearless eye
That, or the thunder of the mountain flood
Which Destiny commissions with his doom;
Where the wild waters rush against the sky,
Far o'er the desolate plain, his star of hope
In mockery gleams, while Death is at his side."

--The Brides' Tragedy

The death of Stalin: the graphic novel.

when ev'rything that can break has been broken
no frontier beyond
evaporated comet
Eostar chockfull · mausoleum of this

bleached coral
empty courtroom sacrificial flesh
in the noonday dark
heart like a polished agate

i linger in my bulletproof cabana
a decade
eyes that will never see snow

delicate tinchel
newly opened to wolves Maremma

Radicalism Begins in the Body.

wrapped in tissue
my heart
the chess pieces

--@poem_exe