Poems from Formaldehyde in floating-point
paradoxically invigorated
sleeveless in bitter arid wind
mummified autumn leaves trampled underfoot
sigh in relief, sinuses desiccated by...
The self is the mortar of prison wallsThe heart and brain locked in vicious schism Bearing the visage through these endless hallsOf...
Cold and dry autumn air, welcome the pain in my head.
Dour nymph takes me and tempts me to get closer, offset outflows, feeling behind my...
Of the train according to the front, after the order of 1000 suns cry eyeball - can all combustion terrace. Tomb of coal, today people are...
I find that there is no pleasure truer Than playing trumpet alone in the sewer When that exasperating feeling comes I go there to rattle my...