30/12/2013

new year

 

we beg your pardon,
but this new year's eve
we'll be gone in our cave
underneath the etherdown
as our bed rocks down time across
falls & eddies & tidepools & swifts

CANEÇAS

Superheated air streams in  Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...