undone

absently picking at an invisible thread

running my fingers  along the tattooed  stitches

tracing patches too large to cover the ragged holes

the frayed at edges feel serrated sharp

and yet i thread my eyeless needle

hoping to sew it all better…

The Thin-king

Thin-king
always famished
is he.

devouring my words;
let him do so

lest he nibble upon thoughts
chewing description
beyond
recognition

the thin-king detests!:

thesmoothsphericalfullnessofflow

(it gives him indigestion)

what do you know?
no what to know
no nothing to know

their only thin-king
they
do