It's another hot night, dry and windless.
The kind of that makes people do sweaty, secret things.
I wait and I listen.
Standing outside myself trying to stop those hangings with ghost fingers...
I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants-a body-after the Long Time
moving through odorless alleys of space where no life is,
only the colorless no smell of death...
Nobody can breath and smell it through pink convolutions of gristle laced with crystal snot,
time shit and black blood filters of flesh.
PFS - 1000 POUNDS