"Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast."
"I am only left to the trilobites of ancient
Dreams shifting, sifting, pushing through layers
Of sand and loose stone. These gravel arms
Bleed into my throat you know
Like the green rot in the belly of a lobster,
And I am cut open from throat to mound,
Dark throbbing with an ecstasy of pain."
— Daniel Boyer
| from ‘Heraldic Victory the Chance of Snow (Part 1) in his collection, The Octopus Frets: Political Poems
(Source: indigenousdialogues, via viperslang)