Immaculate Concept

This song plays in my head as I stand on the fence across from the mall. Quickly, urgently, I smoke a cigarette. A single drop of rain falls on the corner of my mouth. This brings me into the sense-memory of kissing you. There is visceral truth in these tightly-spun lyrics.


I, unhinged, sorry

Hold care for you

Begin to love`

The utmost

And who else

Spire bound





worship the sanctuary

building and crushing and smiling. budding and laughing and frothing. shifting and slipping and willing. yours is the bloom of the flesh. yours is the purple lichen. yours is the will-worn shatterproof mirage. yours is the year of the windowed pillar. yours is the crumbling eye.