Phthisis by Sleepytime Gorilla Museum
Leaves of Grass by Geoffrey Farmer (via tacticalshoyu)
Consists of hundreds of images cut from five decades of Life Magazines.
Loss
—Untranslatable!—you
whispered. Untrans-
latable: That shove
off course—like ink
into milk. Like dementia
in the cold
shoes of soldiers. Now: hack
off a scrap of
lightening—string
it about your ankle
bone: You say: Under
ground level we are
all the click of knuckle
loosened to wood—ready
for the crush
of night—the fall, yes,
the falling and then
the push—that gasp
will catch us
too late: You say: To say
Despair is thin—
this said while we watch
that pigeon
stepping, stepping
in the road
a circle round her
soft dying mate.
by Lucy Anderton
