The New Vulgarity

I feel like time's little waves
or the little rivers on the beach where the
sands
and sea meet
between this space so cosmic
and mother sister daughter whatever the
name is
ashes are made to stone
then become
ashes agani
all the while feeding the smiles
of crimson faced men
with turquiose mustaches
who keep
perfect time
while cleaning hOur glasses
ds lucy

Broken Arm-Split Lip

Analog Ghost Machine

Tiny Little Peaces EP