THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

KITCHEN POP, A PILL PACK POP

 

SINCE THE VOICES I HEARD

my 
passenger seat 
blue moonface
dead gazes at
the time-slip ebay clocks 
ticking ticking ticking
relentless & showing

how
long
its
been
since the voices i heard
over my shoulder
when we were hanging
gaming & green blowing

were
meatworld
here

raw nerve slaying
burr edge dulling

our
bad run
warm rum 
delirium 
showing

from angelaggentile.com

PICASA MADRIGALS - THE PAINT