same old imagery
same old annoyance lv. threat
same old s-s-s-summertime
and the living
do so

Honest animal
Lying man.

home
     is
     a dark forest
     by the sea
heroism
      has
      been bred out
our hearts
       are
       next :

cooking in the august irradiation

growing .

as music the fills hall-less, drifting assembly
of
[]ears

seeking, ever skyward, a pedestal to
****
from


demigods and demagogues.hum.with  the
white-hot vibration of  
          erasure  

needing to sting
like needing to
***;


needing to *** like
needing
   bread;


dis mantling   the
lapis-dark
shawl of the
           night

in search of
   the
hubris
    of
  other .

Now my needs are few.
I think in my mother tongue, that I will
give my broken body a torn note.

In my loneliness I call truth.
Where lies the shrine of an immortal?
After all, death was taking revenge.

On white paper I want
to write the history of demolition of the truth,
so that the sun behaves like a slave.

said Odysseus, “i was meant to be a
sailor.”