The moon is dead Lightning freaks through the wrathful sky Clouds dancing with white fire unleash pregnant prisms to stain the earth and thunderclaps race like children lost Ships, nippling the beast that was once the sea, buck in fear Gull staggers across the sky; hermited and shitless Everyday it storms and i’m always the gull.
The sea should never be compared to human emotions. It may be gentle or rough but it is always in control. The human race can never subscribe to that. In nature, it is more like a god.Â Sometimes God… We lay in the bed, in the apartment overlooking the sea, sex drying itself upon our skin, when I said to her: “Imagine your hole but that you’re inside yourself, looking at it from the opposite angle, and you see this penis, wet with your secretions, rise purply towards you, vanish, … Continue reading →
In the swig of a beer and beyond the promenade, further than the browny beach, grey (white flushed), four foot waves, and below a cold orgasm of clouds, the sunset was witnessed by me without even seeing the sun for i was facing the wrong way. Despite being as directionless as always, i would have still been robbed if iâ€™d turned around â€˜cause i knew that the hotels grew tall behind me.