Sep 19, 2015
Dry Death
remnants of old town petrichor so sweet the smell of rain after a dry death but he no longer lives there. let me explain, he is living 19th century lifestyle and he’s at Manhattan Pizza Pub drinking Bengali beer sitting at a table alone. there is the Burlington Bay where he sits sometimes at the dock wasting time. he is a resfeber. he is no ladies man. he is the centurion, the arbitrator. you’ll never notice him, he hides. in plain sight, he sees. his shadows and ghosts and memories: they are gold and glittering. building crenellations with ballast behaviors and wait a minute bad boy mannerisms fuck.