Lilford
I grew up in an environment I variably call ‘the Lilford community’;
The Plant
For Annie.
I am surrounded by god.
Sewing machine
I shot myself
In the side of the head.
The bullet: a needle and thread
You, the Constrictor
liars
seekers
terrorists to the mind
open your eyes
see what you find
Hollow Generation
Lift up my head
And inside you’ll see
Space upon space
For eternity
she; ghost
If i shut my eyes
i can still smell damp cement;
oh, how the walls creep in at night.