ReRites (Crossing A Parked Sun)

From: Crossing A Parked Sun eternity exhales an unconsolable list which will sometimes perhaps suggest a future a rose-clay city consumed by boring adorned glittering breathprints insider kisses tombstone snot violent gods carried with burning flip-flops to the homeless shelter mutation tethered to a dream hydrophilic acquiescent miscellanies: more lists. Hennessy’s bruised made-for-tv correspondence onion overlooked and horny a nation confined to a perspective of terror a shaking meandering fossil forking into virtualisation flowers which have no debts mulching paralipomena you once told me of yesterday’s mask I chew laundry. Trapped. Hanging on memory, sighing, tongue scrolling through blood. Each breath sedge blowing through this place wants that last first trip In a cup, where the guest stands. This was a way itself. A deep self on the bridge. Gritty with riddles. Things emerge. Tumbling into a basin of oscillating blood translation’s fate seeds sweat weed-perfect cathedrals a rotten path overhead where patterns of light fall to dance