See how it falls back on itself
the dream of sustainability collapsing
under the weight of lust, suffocation,
the words seared into the page
as a final exhalation.( , )
the sparks offered up,
the wind hurrying on,
how the rubble waits
in expectation
on the stage
of the
unconsumed.(Poem by Michael Lala. Model: Katelan Foisy)
(Source: callmebalthazar)
“I told you not to call me,” she’s
yelling on
the other side of
a satellite, a
final glint of sun asShe hangs up, it’s
slipping around the dark side
of a curve;
I slide my phone
into my back pocket,Into the
space
a full pack
used
to occupy,And throw the ember
of my cigarette,
half-smoked,To the gutters
of this town.
(Poem by Michael Lala. Model: Katelan Foisy)
(Source: callmebalthazar)
GUTTERS OF NEW YORK or QUITTING
“That slimy cunt
you fucked”,
she calls her,And I ask her
not to
say it so violently, the
smoke pouring
from my nostrils
like the scent of her hair,
red strands of it,
billowing and dispersing
upward.(Poem by Michael Lala. Model: Katelan Foisy)
(Source: callmebalthazar)
Saint Katelan V. Foisy
© Veronika von Volkova
Saint Katelan V. Foisy
(toxic yellow version)
© Veronika von Volkova
Katelan V. Foisy brings the loveliness to your Monday.
© Veronika von Volkova
Thanks to Katelan for being the many wonderful things that are Katelan.
Thanks to Warren for facilitating our meeting.
Thanks to Danielle for giving me the tablet I used.
Thanks to Jan for being my soundboard (so to speak) while I was photo-manipulating.
Thanks to everyone for coming by to look.
Mwaa!
(Difficult Mondays are well dealt with by finding things of which to be appreciative.)
By RK at the Ludlow Mills
My enormous thanks to Mister Warren Ellis, the preferred intellectual sex viking of women with discerning tastes everywhere, for making it possible for me to meet the brilliant and gorgeous Katelan V. Foisy.
© Katelan V. Foisy & Veronika von Volkova
(editing by Veronika von Volkova)
Katelan’s Beautiful Mouth
Model: Katelan V. Foisy
© Veronika von Volkova
