Monthly Archives: June 2015
Not Sleeping in the Art Deco Hotel
My room should be dark but instead glows red, Bordello red when it should be graveyard black. The smoke detectors excessively bright running light Tells me it is working, working to keep me awake. The gilt trappings in The Art … Continue reading
I’d Eat a Rancid Nut Roll
I’d eat a rancid nut roll for you. I’d wait ten hours in line for tickets to a concert I didn’t want to go to. I’d wear a knife onto a plane. I’d throw sand on my bed sheets And … Continue reading
Fortress of Dissolitude 