Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Wait Too Long
I'm like magma pulsing pulsing with heights and long long earthquakes and incineration like magma pulsing under the weight of a cold ocean turning swelling pushing hot fault lines and majestic carved mountains like magma bulging under a boiling ocean and you breathe your fast breaths in the steam