in the silent vapor of my breath gossamer snow fell between the pines
A strange rubber ball appeared out of the nothingness. "Put yourself in the ball," a voice said. I did as it asked, "Allright?" "Now, throw it!" the voice replied.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
tool becomes enemy clay soldiers march
leaflets of propaganda
drape the dead city
the chemotherapy that kills cities is itself a cancer