blocked drain
a palatable disintegration it ticks the right boxes the squirm of despicable character the crumbling face and the excuses trot out we find the rot
Category: Poetry
fuck the doubters
fuck the doubters who do nothing but doubt fuck the shouters who do nothing but shout know that without us they’d have nothing to talk
concrete blindness
you, brief explosion you, mis-target heart you, somewhere in the dark a half translated movement from a full realised collapse like a synapse fried for
punch and due day
punching late punching underweight punch and contemplate punching clocks party punch drunk punch and judy why are you on the defensive? was it really so
undetected
you’ve never arrived and your illusion hasn’t shattered because it hasn’t mattered to anyone to take a hammer to it you are in shadow hidden
you are yours
gnomic palindromic we are crouched in the confines of ourselves trying to scream through the metal throat there are boots on necks there are needles
scuffed pearls
some days it falls out of the head in rhymes some bright beads skittering across the surface of a thought other days you are dropped
integral pause
some interval pause some integral clause unmonitored flaws we try to drink clean water we try to eat healthy food as forests fall to paper
burning violets
and all the tv casual violence replicates oppressive silence we are setting light to violets pretending that it never violates all the damaged children still