PRECISE
LIFT UP
THE DEAD
/// Princess in a heavy sweater,
boys in see-thru sealed balloons:
My Death tries to make me swoon
LIFT UP
THE DEAD
/// Princess in a heavy sweater,
boys in see-thru sealed balloons:
My Death tries to make me swoon
I want to bury that lost comrade,
to part his body,
to draw his spirit in white chalk
Living, to bury caution,
and to conjure a mad,
nightmarish shout
on the line between Love and Missing
The glamour of solitude
Read about it in the rare books collection
A bird could be screaming
and be confused with singing
by those who are not birds
and are always analyzing
My friends who may be screaming,
i am still on earth;
youve given me some great photos
My eyes, are they saying “it’s enough”?
We used to dine together
I’d like to see you
before i go