Pony Bones Talkin SLOW Frays Upon A Maryland Dusk
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
True Story of a Stranger
Dream I am breathing inside stranger's houses
dream i am breathing with a stranger's lungs
dream i am breaking into houses
faded daylight pours
inside a faded dark green room
pouring daylight
opaque windows
a faded dark green room
a strange girl is with me
who is a friend
who is a dear friend of mine
who is not a stranger
Story
A shadow will walk all over a human
Shadow walks the human
Something did not
want
the story told
Long dark stairs
Whatever walks-
walks up alone
Bawlmer II
a quesy nervousness when i hear the bus stop at the bus stop. The electronic doors of the bus open and sound beeps. Passengers depart--wasting no time mutilating other animal pedestrians
Life in the city. Stipulation. Yours or the city? Balmer is salaciously Alive. All sorts of alives.
you shatter your hand through the ambulance's driver side window.
Paramedics are too busy bickering if they have the right address.
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