just came in to join a crowd, latency, the living dead cradle wilting a black bloom.

[aseverednerve]

a cloud gray sky goes, a kneeling portrait omniscient or anything
or everything or a long road traveled out of nowhere and headed toward nowhere
and a hard young man moving west upon it a bristle of and endless depth
a growing momentum, sweating eggs or an opening bloom
so purple as to appear black, so large as to appear invisible
a magnet a magnetism a slouch toward a darkening horizon draws the silver string
across, some landscape bleak, breathing the ache of the legs and learning rhythm
and learning arcane rhythms and writhing on bronze, on pale marble
and unspeaking, pronounce the killing words, all the coughing syllable and impossibilities
and heading west upon and going downward a pressure upon meat bruising pink fabric
a movement through and paged greasy the hand print presses which
opens slits into a wall and a passage thicken hanging a fray of bone into
dampen the weep of leather and dumb swelling south upon
a nerve pinched versus the weirding sounds, the sex songs inducing coma
the teeth fold open a red vinyl bar stool strums of and steam
the aspect incomprehensible and feedback aphrodisiac coming apart the seams stitched
and going westward a black cove opens upon a blue and shallow sea.