a night at the paper factoryFlorescent light paintedsleight by handon plastic cups, black coffeeinto mud.Grimy metal grind metal -spark, rust andsquirm. Cannibal conveyor beltswhine, devour dustand their own emerald tongues.
leaves fallenThis evening -dried bloodon the pavement,crisp and colouredas autumn leaves.
the descentA plague on this citythe descent, glowering fog.Immigrant growth,seeping upfrom cracked concretetoward some unseen sky
angel rowLess than two hours agoI notice scales on the sole of my left foot,the weight of this timeapart is obviously taking toll.Barefoot floors,from head to toe the body buried in scalesstarting to come loose at the palm.Polaroid flashes, lightning frozenimages of peeling paint on paper-thin walls.Remember as a child, driedPolyVinyl Acetate glue on hands.The clean underneath, I continue.Pulling teeth, feather mixed mucusin flight and skin.In the end a husk,afterbirth blood splattered wallsnaked newborn crouching foetal.A rotten mouthspeaks only rotting words,no consonants.