A buckram creamfall
of light – phós in the Greek
mathematician’s Mind
[stark laceration from the Soul]
illumines the quiet murder
in a choir pew. Ascetic,
wretched fleshsucked skull;
vaporous farceform, from
an earth whose dirt
is a dream.1
A buckram creamfall
of light – phós in the Greek
mathematician’s Mind
[stark laceration from the Soul]
illumines the quiet murder
in a choir pew. Ascetic,
wretched fleshsucked skull;
vaporous farceform, from
an earth whose dirt
is a dream.1
This one makes me see foam oozing from gutgreen wounds. And a gun in the throat, with hand over heart.
i wish i knew how your mind processed information. i wish i could read and understand the language of “Andy.” thanks for your art.