
Three by Gideon Young
i dream about going mad
i dream about going mad:
tornado arms, flooding halls
with screech and drool,
i dream about going mad
i dream about going mad:
tornado arms, flooding halls
with screech and drool,
“I was on the North Fork, you know? Long Island?” she said in that way people say things when they don’t mean to imply they are important but you better recognize the fact that they are pretty fucking important.
disposable camera (I)
skylight comes on springgray the first Stockholm morning then stays its shade ninedays a weekplusoneplusone, but for now and then breaks the hours afternooning when sunbright screams through the welkin, weak by shadows’ hum and metal dust dyed atmosphere singing itself above us