Caute amans – everything is open to interpretation.
The dancer and the piano, My fingers on the keys her legs scissoring across polished wooden flooring, click clack of stabbing, rhythmic heels reflection up her body: the once youthful legs, spinning skirt blood red dress, bare arms spread wide supporting stony face, dark hair pulled tight she pivots, struts, strides to the beat I … Continue reading Yo Sindo
Just some dumb counter encounter, me and my old doppelganger, this dusty man, wry eyed in the mirror, wishing the kale juice was something higher test. Gotta flush those toxins, baby, gotta pretend the lastnightlastdecade didn't happen. And there's that kid moving into view, sliding up next to him, flat noted whistle, sly look, he whispers: … Continue reading Just Some Time
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