Tag Archives: Jack e Lorts

Find me if you can, solitary and sober, inclining toward incivility, toward a towering image of watering mendacious alarm bells, slamming into a void, surrounded by an illegitimacy of roughnecks and roustabout, cluttering the burnt orchards of a simpering nightmare. … Continue reading →

Camouflaged tanks of warm pus linger in the shadows, their phallic warm to the touch, pointed toward the hills, out across the plains, into the range of mountain goats climbing silently the heights of ancient warnings tapped into unreason by … Continue reading →

Broken like a balloon drifting into a coal mine, his eyelids were frozen, in place of multifaceted heads of lettuce, topaz in hot hands of toil, afraid of gold door knockers, listening with open ears. He was tempted to read … Continue reading →

Flooded angst Looming large And quiet, like the Broken wings of An owl dreaming In silence, Bloated like a burnt And bludgeoned Acrobat straddling A Union Pacific track Leading into An endless darkness. Does the bell right answer Give evidence … Continue reading →