The moon is sometimes bloated. There is so much. Just stop, slow down, take a look at your brain. It is very bloated. Put your thoughts in a balloon, maybe 99 red balloons, and pop them. Over and over.
Here are some balloons. From my book The Green Monk, forthcoming from Boiler House Press on 5th November 2018.
Available at The Elephants.
Labels: 99 red balloons, bloated moon, bright eyes, domestic surrealism, hallowed cavern, marcus slease, never mind the beasts, the bread of the dead, the cakes, The Elephants, the green monk, visionary travel
