i want to keep you
bound in a cat's collar
dragging, soft pulling, ( hummmming)
feeling the burn of the
old cold oak that we haven't
brushed in 'some time' because
it gets rough after a
fter
after
long winters. i can be there for you
but can you meet me
near the drive
way at le
ast?

I am thinking of this being the beginning of a line of cd-shaped/sized chapbooks that read like a record would be listened to/liner notes.

I am now often caught awake

while you sleep uncontrollably

and achingly silent. Your soft

dove-moans and the cool touch

of skin swimming through our

night linens pull and tug at my

lost hunger. It is not often

now that

in my solitude

I sit quietly or

dance alone in the kitchen,

barefoot and horny with food

or liquor or paper in my hand.

I never have to be alone ever

again and because of this I am

now content to waste part of it

asleep, but partnered. Thus aches

the prayer of the Moon. It can only

dream of what it would be like

to bed with the Sun.

Poor poor old glowing boy.

Economy of the Dead the complete early writing by wrightwilliams

Economy of the Dead the complete early writing by wrightwilliams

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The Lord of Cough and Choke.

Hungry and awake
I am inside the mouth of Immense Creation.
I am held here like a
wet and twisted rabbit. Reminded of
my forest-days: I once saw a
brown and white hart come
up through a wooded cliff
like an aroused dagger. His
throat heaving and throbbing
like the pistol of lore that chases
me through the night into dawn.