Sanctum Sominum
An edifice of dreams.
9.30.2004

A Sermon






Blessed are the vivisectors
Blessed are the corroded
Blessed are the two-tone harmonies
Blessed are the rain muckers
Blessed are the heat guns
Blessed are the Billy-Jo's
Blessed are the hot-rod hombres

for their's is a Kingdom of Malfeasance

• posted @ 11:24 AM

Danille Learns about Emptiness






In the house, there is a home. In the home, an eye. In the eye a song, a katydid and an exception. The central nervous system forms the axis of design, a plotted shape whose growth is of a symptom.

Danille wept against the fence, tho the tears put out no fires she was as cold as a clock's gears in an unheated part of the house. There is a man walking towards her with an umbrella and a stalk of mums.

• posted @ 11:08 AM

Chloe Gets Hip to Confusion







Having spent the day alone, Chloe had imagined solitude the
way a cancer patient pre-imagines an MRI scan. Where is Daveed?
The bird descended the tower, and the feather from the bird
was swallowed by the uncomplaining ocean. The night is a starling, but dawn
is a kingfisher.

• posted @ 10:21 AM

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