You are the demon -
I am the destination, or, final resting place
where a tree grows up and out of chalk-white earth
and all is salty and smells like the absence of smell and
yep, that’s what I am and I feel just great.
Well, a re-worked poem.
“…you’re my Passi Lover, I want your silver up against me.”
It’s a full moon, we watched ‘Legend’ and ‘Drive’ today.
This is it for me right now.
Matt Furie original pen and ink! In my home!
From now on the only soup I eat is primordial.