a lesser fraction
the isolation fits well how often do you talk to others? do you touch the walls of the room? do you get out of your
Category: Poetry
who owns the meaning?
you can never know is a lie dispensed like heaps of sugar at the bottom of a cup and you barely see the damage until
meaning crumble
disintegration of words into mumble hear the meaning crumble watch the communication tumble all this misunderstanding you here the words landing interpretation is demanding the
the local rehearsal
at what harmonic do you words resonate? not the easiest thing to contemplate when engaged in a dither state like a cat in a box
motion in music
you listen in tuned and attuned the radio of self the turning wave the rolling stone i was a blue note i was a known
a broken crown
the pitch black send the pitch back the balled up paper pitched the road to hell paved with pitch you’re a shook fist you’re a
cancer rising
trusting an astrologist over an oncologist saying cancer rising is good you’re not out of the wood something here radiates playing lou reed’s magic and