Norman
Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I
Experimental literature and art
Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I
“Did it seem like that the car that just passed did so with a sort of purposeless intent just to
“Why have I been summoned to Dirtville?” demanded the lord. “Is it so urgent that you cannot email me your
At the top of the stairs is a buzzing silence and a below zero chill It’s eleven PM and the
The old horse is led from the stable and taken behind the barn where he is fed dry hay and
You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts
I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition I decipher with a creation of reasoning in ways which the impetus
Stone splitter Alone and bitter Rapt in a daze Thinking words are Lumps of clay Like grave markers. You eyeball
I won’t waste time stopping my fears But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while Gold is a waste if
Just another one of a number of love ballads which I have been constructing for a possible music lp later