Stop and smell the pot ash and seed hulls in the dirt--
The enamel of your ancestors
So wild and proliferate, that fields
Teem with hotly colored flowers to compete.
A sun that once roved orangely across van Gogh's eyes
Distills the corner, by a truck and your waiting friends.
Stop. Waste everything;
Now, I want you to look at me.
Late Night with The Devil
-
Cameron and Colin Cairnes’ retro horror jaunt LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL has
an irresistible cult-baiting premise. The year is 1977, Satanic panic is
brew...
1 day ago
No comments:
Post a Comment