Curry in the Airwaves
(Neon decay, salvation and ruin) I found him tethered to a cart,wheels screeching Western Ave,a kingdom built from mattress springsand methadone’s sharp flame.“I’ve got to be somewhere,” he grinned,though nowhere but the curb claimed him—his eyes, two coins tossed down a well,still ringing as they dimmed. He dragged me to his canvas cave,where curry ghosts […]