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I learned to scream to "Bone Machine" My windshield spit was glistening The light refracted beautifully On Wells Mills road Smelling every chimney I swallowed this world in a fever dream Winding fire roads I bought me a 2 Hip Soul The campground in the...

I emerged as if through a narrowed eye into lashes of white sun from your apartment and pollen clouds held absent sound in gutted buildings we pray bridges and causeways curl fast again like slap bracelets and the skyline resets to a bare, hushed wilderness...

Go to the world of guilt and sorrow for the races tonight where the boats go cutting through undulating mirror images of incandescent spires the roads there are parabolas with nameless water towers near the exits you could turn it all on end still wouldn't be...

we went and left the dog on the highway median glaring sky to map microbial floaters against but it grew dark as we sat ‘hind a car that wouldn’t let us pass the child in the back wouldn't quit waving her doll’s arm I said “from the age of six this boy did no...

eyes upside-down face malaise you’ll pay for faking feelings leading false lives glazed and fever clouded pinned against the platform pillar moments frozen and relived the wait is over step onto the train shrinking the sun lit up vessels in my shut eyelids la...

There was a man who killed a state trooper And drove his pickup truck to Belmar And slept in a beach house, a dream of the day when two protons collide and everything everything changes When I drive with floodplains on either side of me And in the back seat m...

Shot through the head I’m coming up on an overpass Rifle Eyesight was lying low in the high grass the empty skull lolls milky cataracts peel limpid limitless swimming outside the cranium betrayers of children exposed by distortions his property swelling Lenses...

up over the queasy glossed acre of scrub pine ‘hind your house through the glass of the sliding door it passes now without sound leave my clothes in a heap on the floor collapse into bed the world’s dead lid sagging green-black and pregnant still it’s a fatuo...

genius senses capture overlapping smeared & dazzling grids some trails expanding Juarez oceanic from Horizon City tasted incipient sickness in the mucus produced by a cough one day you’ll say “you’re peering top-down into me” when the light pollution park...

This contusion-colored evening maybe you paint the silhouette of the gaunt tree line singed in '97 when wildfires threatened my development and the swallowed towns the Klan had founded the shaded sand dens were party caverns for them who'd come hallucinate whi...