Blog: The Pop Filter

Deerhunter - Agoraphobia I live sturdy Pompeii. I lust long at the market. From a distance. Behind buildings. Beneath blanket, skin, and sinew. I squint (and lust long at market). I live within dead room to live sturdy Pompeii. With never response. With never linger. Where each word, each breath and part-me plummets leaden to the floor, a silent tenfold-gravity that amputates my toes. Where all those scattered part-me - word, breath, and every - squint (and lust long). And I, shuffling toeless between [...]