de chirico’s shadows, lateafternoon,end of winter with sunlight asweak as christgotta laugh when thefist finds the child’s throatgotta be some lesser god shootingstray dogsdown by the riverit’s easynot enough time in the day tostart worrying about the futureyour father dies and thenyour brother butthe bills still have to be paidgirlfriend keeps crying everytime you fuck... Continue Reading →