If this is a man… (respectfully Primo) How’s a man to get his payday money on a public holiday when he has no phone & the banks are closed? I know a man like that He’s taken harder knocks than I have He takes em every day He has to sleep out on the street all winter Mal
A running vision lassoes time & space becoming like Hem’s “Supernova that never quits” Like Kublai Khan Yak horns Lift above the eye On fermented milk Mongolian horsemen on the steppe Apocalypische Never! Slainte! molto benne! “Beautiful & good” I-yo! Echoes a fancy Supping deeply with foam bout the gills Shadows of light Shooting Stars Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.