It’s weird UKAnd the wafting scent reminds meOf a nuance, of a menaceOf a movie –maybeWith a queer settingCharacters that melt in their jointsAnd their bodies are meeting with my beingAs an infection of thoughtAnd they emergeEnticing, as she...

This dawnlight spills on grasslands wide and bare,While elephants move slow through morning haze,Mount Kenya stands in silent, stony praise—A god of stone, unmoved by human care.My thoughts, like dust, were drifting in the air,No compass fixed, no voice...

if covid was a personi'd scream right in their face  call them a punk bitch  knock them to the floor  spit on them like they're a dirty whore  drag them to the nearest train tracks  laughing like an old-timey...