“The After Party”

I want to swim through a river of corporate blood on the streets of Philadelphia. Too long we’ve waited; too long we’ve been nice; too long we’ve been sad little …

DKIng Society

Conduits and constructs, convoluted plastic degenerations; faltered immeasurable uncertainties, (and their) calculations; the canvases on which the true design comes incandescing like a fevered line; upon the ground the substance …

It Is It Is

This bleak fucker comes pulling his attendant soon-to-be corpse up the street, eyes dripping, mouth foaming, screaming “e pluribus unum, bitches;” and some kind of world allows this to happen, …

A Golden Bird

A golden bird begins its descent toward a crowd gathered to partake in the spectacle of the feast; before them the priest, his golden blade, so high it waves, ready …

Layers Of Meaning

I was listening to noises from outside thinking about how much of my humanity I’ve lost,

The Sharks

Oh, the sharks they are swimming. They are swimming with me. Here in our home in this ancient and salty, salty sea. Oh the sharks, they are swimming; swimming with …

The Gross Contagion

And the gross contagion manifests allegiance, falsely dismembering the posted warning signs; the source of the fire; contained, emblazoned in the furrow – contorted vacillating lights; apparatus syntax; before qualifications …