stepping stones all rightside down save me and weather hates it all inward letters scrape d signs drool dog waiting just outside I keep all dates folded close til wind forces hand to let a second fly by empty and all these rubbings turned to leaves all papers rustle at all feet
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A peach split open with rough fingertips dollar bills crammed between your lips one warty arm of a halfman forced thru the doorcrack and on lessons on the carpet after the cashboxlock……. and, if it would please you, above the clinkedup darkness, beyond the castle gates of a garden and a gaze of a white-haired witch to answer ring that (my burning bright) red telephone?
WILL WALTZ can be found on Twitter and in St. Louis, Missouri. He contributes most often to Apocalypse Confidential.