DRILLED EYES

He is tugging on his words making them longer and thicker pertaining to the trees the family trees the family's tree the family's tree's dispensary for useless phrases falling out of windows onto the sidewalk's gestures cracked with steps made by the woman who was reading about the woman who had given up on poison who had turned to larger blunt things to carry and hit assholes over the head and watch them fall and then smash their fucking faces in whilst not screaming while speaking softly lines that were on the back of the book she was reading not the one one layer out but three layers in we'll get there eventually I say that now she said it already back then on the back of the book and they said it's useless for useless phrases falling out of windows onto the sidewalk's gestures cracked with steps made by the woman who was reading about the woman who had given up on poison the kind that could be found without a trace on the inside of syrupy expressions she took a hose to many times and they would remain sticking to the sides of houses and their adjoining measurements lined up to make him and the others seem taller and be able to predict things things you know the items you've handled with cut hands stinging with the predictions the prophecies of the next day that brought not the summer not yet but the cold wind that would suddenly whip around the corner of her looking away and what comes after the summer comes when it decides like it has anything to choose except that we all stop retreating and marching out and that we just drop dead or fall and have our fucking faces smashed in little craters that no longer look out on the desert polluted with other people little craters that only are looked into and have nothing to say in return never to return to return for the next day that was predicted about and arrived without anything different coming true only coming until the testicles of assumption are replenished with the hot breath of emptiness.


- Max Stoltenberg