Receptacle for my restless brain
The crackle of words sparking blue pulse in dim pub spark down point of plastic pen down tube of ink that crackle smoke flare spark blue ignite fingernails scorch skin those sparks — scrawled blue m
Colour. White space bursting with colour. Three girls. Three tones. Chocolate, honey, palest cream.
You can look up anything on the net, but you can't find the things that are in your head all the time, the monstrous, amorphous shifting of your soul.
So close so so close so close close so close furious notes write deep in the night deep release confusion in words dark tangled weed of words under...
Be passive. Be alert. Bear the impress of the world on your soft flesh and strive for no prize except the faithful and unflinching rendering of that...