Saint-Maker & The Red-Neck Men

I. we are posed our collective ass high saddles arched to heaven like monochrome rainbows where cowboys deign to ride we are constellation dark stars who only shine against the light night-walkers and gateways to other sides we are breathless before querent dick who examines this sainted congregation of the dead a grim and proper audience a showcase … Continue reading Saint-Maker & The Red-Neck Men