THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL

THE NEXT, BEST THING TO HELL

re-damned by some

falling sky,

your taste, as others

discretely sample

your flesh, marinated

in a mortality made

more sweet by our

willful ignorance

of all things.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD X (decimation)

λοιπὸν τοῦ μὲν κινδύνου καὶ φόβου τοῦ κατὰ τὸν κλῆρον ἐπ᾽ ἴσον ἐπικρεμαμένου πᾶσιν, ὡς ἂν ἀδήλου τοῦ συμπτώματος ὑπάρχοντος, τοῦ δὲ παραδειγματισμοῦ τοῦ κατὰ τὴν κριθοφαγίαν ὁμοίως συμβαίνοντος περὶ πάντας, τὸ δυνατὸν ἐκ τῶν ἐθισμῶν εἴληπται καὶ πρὸς κατάπληξιν καὶ διόρθωσιν τῶν συμπτωμάτων.

end they and

combs width

eye wimp air,

room or duh

two bay have

ray wear bought

ack truly now

hair—

:;:

we know not the hour

but guess, always,

that our punishment must,

must be

at hand.

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]

EVERYDAY MUST BE THE END OF THE WORLD pts 1-9 [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD [from the vault]

I'VE SEEN THE END OF THE WORLD

your smile was devoid of edges,

all uniforms and marching orders

a tongue leading down into the

pit of your faith, to which doubt

has taught me how to crawl, where

i hold my breath, push away the

ghosts of your eyes and fall into—

god made a nothing / out of nothing.

DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI

DÉCADE III, NONIDI DE BRUMAIRE DE L'ANNÉE CCXXI

ab scents

maid flash

an guard an

laughed by

got—thee dee

par tad—leaf

hang ows too

hour bode lily

day vices.

NEVER IS

NEVER IS

the sky unzips,
blackens as
 
stars scrape,
torn down

by some demiurgic
gravity, we

think.

BILE

BILE

expurgate
all the "ifs",

there is a
flesh here

underneath,
could it be yours?