Naughts (A Homeophonic Translation of Franz Kafka's Nachts) We sunk in the night. So we may, from the top, sink into naught to think, so gone we sleep deep in the Night. In wrongs we see some sleep in men. One clean short steal away, one unsoldered self-touching, yes, see in Houses slough sin, in festering … Continue reading A Handful of Experimental Poems
