It’s a sad reality we cling to now. The sounds of the city heaving through the day wallow in their distances, their corrupting solitudes....

The permanence of the stars, blotted out by the ceiling and its mockery of humming lights. Why have we poisoned so the isles of...

I can picture you on chairs at night, the chaos of your mind unprecedented, unknown, wholly contained. I can picture your hair like a...

Grit, glory, grime and grandeur. Try to murder, never pander. Old Italia slinks away, ready for another day. Tonight I wear a frowning...

I’m feeling better. Two days ago I lay recuperating in a latent way. Cranes adorn the rooftops— twisting in their fetters— of buildings...

Love me of your own volition, moon girl. I have set you upon the helm of stars to wither and bloom indefinitely, hovering over the waves...

God struck a match, scraped it upon the chafing flat of this horizon and set aflame our sun, who burns with the pure fire of eternal...

Now Fall is climbing the trees, browning their chests with rust, killing their leaves off by the baleful with each shrivelling hour that...

god is chaos. I necessitate wonder for the questions that I ask, but my answers afford me a title long-since feared & wearied: mad not...

The days turn good, the days grow bad, from cold to grave, from loud to sad, though what befalls the joy of man is more alike to chance...