things become background
twenty twenty hindsight ease becomes a kind of a disease we are saviours of primitive forebears stumble into the china shop unawares with our different
Category: Poetry
dry crackle
spoken lines broken lines token lines and how we fail to see the difference the machinery behind masks subvocal mutterings the spin a double sided
the unfunny
those jokers who are not funny who are never on the money who never land a punchline but like to keep pushing forward until people
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
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