jenocide cinquieme partie

Tiny flowers grow in the cracks of the concrete. They hint at perfection in the morning dew and first light. A police squad barges in and sweeps the place like Mary Poppins on crack. They spill coffee and grab anything they can fit in their pockets; stealing without remorse. They take me by brute force […]


This she did in public for me to see. She had me come over too high to not know no to play between the trains and cars and broken glass and lost hub-caps and to not light fireworks inside the house. When I think about it the only thing I can see is images of […]