j o h n  r o s

listless in heat as humid pockets form from welled pores — moving southbound again, and as so many times before, the slow and steady rocking motion of summer passages set the horizon line perfectly along this river, these rocks. this moment says nothing in so many words — vacant like stolen spaces, lost temples, […]

last vestige — me — sitting obsolete — resting hopeful — of this turn that makes life — existence — this turn that makes all one — that makes nothing more than everything.
this final vestige that is my back, my bone, my tail — this vestige of life that mocks — scorns — laughs.
corners tremble […]