inside the stellar rain I weepfor things corrupt and lostthe machines can't feel the costour humanity is slipping awayslowly technology is taking overkids used to climb trees and build fortsnow their eyes are stuck to a screenpeople walking around...

I carry Tarkovsky's ear in my pocket, still listening to the rain of Stalker, while the rest of his body evaporates in memory like a priest who lost his faith but not his habit. I carry Wong Kar-wai's eyelids in my chest, always late,...

I don’t know why we painted the front porch this silver grey the wood is still flaky still brown under it’s neutral coat like those kids flapping around in their plastic cable knit sweaters feet still land bound with the...

We all live for that hand to holdDon't weSilly meI dream of you tonightSending me love lettersOffering advice on how I could be betterWhispering me in the ear I love youWritting me poetryYou write wellBut here you areColder than...