Totem queen

The wind-taxi celebrates the fall of the totem queen. The horse runs with a pistol through rainfall. In a century long ago, she runs her finger along the corner of her lips. Behind the foreskin of history, the queen disrobes and plays cards with the moon. The wind allays her fear with the gift of [...]



Inside, inside the flames there is only deep darkness; no movement, no speech that fire cannot quell to dust. The revolution can wait. To dance with you beneath this carnage is radical. There's nothing without, hours fall in with the hunger of storm piling endlessly beneath, inside. Tonight I will watch the heavens burn softly [...]