Rust

The Irish Dilemma (a slimverse)

we can not

decide if

we are blessed

or damaged.

Radiohead (a triku)

The night howls, fog curls

a thin cloud bisects the moon

at the graveyards’ edge

an abandoned well

from the bottom of that well

Thom Yorke cries for help.

The dead wake slowly

grey fists punch through mounds of earth

Thom Yorke cries for help.