poets and madmen

drinking cold coffee and fidgeting with these plastic lifeless keys. there is no fire here, but we shall see what comes of it. dispatches from the compound, howls from this animal life. words and lines like splinters, like broken glass on pale skin. the harmony of violence and wine. we will lay bare what truth we manage to uncover. we will paint the cave walls with fragile meaning. we will ramble thru the shadows laughing.

this is a brave new world and the shattered diamond lines we carve resist in quiet revolution.