2009-07-20

nightfall in haunted house land

I masturbate to the sound of shortwave broadcasts on endless tape loops while watching Super-8 film projections of snow falling down the wall. I spent my life hiding in an open field. Not even the clouds noticed me. Some night soon I will fall asleep and continue falling. I'll send you poems through the Ouija board. I'll send you poems about nightfall and broken windows in Haunted House Land.