pica's baby.

i wonder, do we lack the ability to function immediately as newborns where our animal counterparts are ready for action in only minutes because of our ability to speak?

i look in little liana's eyes and wonder if it's the universe's way of preventing us from seeing that reincarnation is real. we are forced into silence until we forget our past lives, overwhelmed by the journey out of and back into the world.

maybe i'm just really high.

still, i want to know what that little bitch is thinking about when she looks around.

words spoken by a silent shapeless mouth.

gunshot victim.




why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?
this poison teat swollen and ready for relief.

people come and go but things they last forever.

hot eyelids smoulder concealing gasoline dreams
evaporating
incendiary devices aglow
the dusk knows your secrets
the moonlight alone.