Hollow Smoke by Don Van Vliet
2012-06-22
Hollow smoke the hole transmitting her hair come out like red meat through uh screen door wiped her shoulder balanced like a ball her face was erect on a long thin neck light rubber mountains in the distance stretched under wind blown spider webs the wind puffed out drank the blue sky one milk cloud grazed the sun sailed into black bag hung t’ strap around the girl bowed ‘n rested against her cocked hip a row of buttons ran up her like raisins crisp collars folds made shadows under her loose breasts feet orange rakes wiggled sand the sea moved returned claimed one laceRead More →