Dive into the archives.
- something that wants to be a song.
“in prison, you always dance”
i.
lunar eclipse last night.
i was flying down a detroit highway, smoking a bowl. we passed a semi called the sparhawk * and i remember thinking, “the universe must be high.” glanced at the moon’s red eye.
then the accelerator blew.
ii.
the hopi word for war is dance, you know. we call that
the motor [...]
