time was…. or time… time wasn’t  – sand, peach soda, the capital letter G…

G for georgia land of fire lost and once a memo mori of the devi .. we took time there to gather some lucid grey, stone flint rock .. wandered to the shed where there was a brightly lit madonna jesus in robes.  his throne was a hemaprodites body blood.  a bathtub of liquerish gin.  a Pint of cream-sorrow.  a blasting machine like a match fire.  light poured in through tea fear in the floor, a sticking stain, a door… busted through with crackling moray eel wings – I set aflame my own spirits past looking backwards.  winged dire deer wire/dear gl ass, renowned for now to never know again the flamenco desert.

K for killing time. rolling flaps of leaf dwelling lime. light sphere, catch one drop, left to crack through the bubble black rowing. I forget my name now – aflame again writhing.  to the spire of spirits.  left dead through seer haunting. Qali merciless their sired singing shred the black swamp hour.  bubble up a terrible muck to stir the stone one.  with an amber glass rod.  a name called god.  a tailored suit for a sack.  felt nothing and bit off a chunk.  a fear  infernal -dust – we know not the flowering subtle memories of our kindred – drying the vegitables as an offering or welt – welling up – looking back again and saying nothing this time not all gone – Qali-alia hers.

time was… or time…time wasn’t – never wanted to be, sanded tree, bleach rowing boat, the capital letter S.

S for sanctuary. G for godby K for cliche and N for nest with breakfast.

-GK