Vaporwave, Vice and Veneration

Vaporwave, Vice and Veneration

Thursday sneaks away Beneath a dozed off moon, The Pleiades are barking Batches of light—shit face central, over— Vermillion meets Indigo halfway A kiss sets the stage on fire. The flashing darkness hides the little Indiscrete facial spasms of The Tipsy People. A...
Day 91

Day 91

We eat             the table             holds what is good          there                        is always good and drink         we                                            eat           fill up the pit        that                                     ...
The Dinner Table

The Dinner Table

Granny fed me ghosts until my belly strained. “Just one more, Elsie,” she said as she lowered the ghost. He flapped on the end of her hook – all grimace and shoulders. I shook my head so hard my plaits thwumped my cheeks. “Why, when I was half your age and thrice as...