May 21, 2009


"My past slips out a wormhole brain so I can exhale like a horse"

"And dance forgetfully in spiral conch shell caves"

"Lining the cliffs by the ocean's bony phantasms"

"Where teeth rise to the top layer of soil"

"With a red wine laughter boat..."

"Racing the dusk."

"I'll wear electromagnetism, and practice levitation"

"Shrinking like a slug's antenna..."

"To hitch-hike on the cloth rays of wasabi engines."