cabbage white artist book & broadside

natural born acne-faced prophecy drawn from limestone altar send-it falling like wet leaves marking time advent vapors give rise to prayer I hope you make it in the genesis pipe dream dripping temples of life mystery of my little home-town make america great again wonderful lies being whispered in damp ears running mascara snaps of bras popping tortured by soft skin limp blue-balled walk home tragic unknowability of women hit me and felt like a kiss moments of unwoven bliss three-second orgasm one-mississippi, two silent gods of olympus we gotta get out of this place three-mississippi, four catskill chill scorched burning-asstruth emanating from sweat would you take another chance on me goodbye to you I hope you make it.