a documentary day
it was a documentary day exploring skate kid fallout lives of violence against women and transformative acts on ramps arrest quotas and targetted communities and
Category: Poetry
positional
it’s just a position compared with another in juxtaposition half forced, half own volition reaching for science, grabbing superstition we lost our own internal map
an easy seen
veil your failure in lies that will become your jailer a bespoke suit from a tailor who hides from themselves backs it all up on
float flat
float the pomp above the swamp isn’t it a farcical romp? all the money we have spent to feed the greedy one percent this is
dissed integrate
where the narrative disintegrates slow realisation of the egg shelled of the yoke of which he spoke separating the whites it’s all scrambled wondering about
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
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