Regular Movement

they are in the market for freedom but what if it is only worth something in the denial of others? what if its worth to them is reckoned in pain? and if they gain no screams and no crushed dreams in the…

busted wires electrical fires hired liars and insurance scams what exactly is preserved in jams fruits that would have gone to spoil windfall that would have rotted into soil you’re a sold soul over oil we were in the radio room waiting…

there is a terror they are working with desire to destabilise how you live and the means to control all aspects of your life and then cast it in a different light become the critical thinker not the kool aid drinker follow…

you don’t have a philosophy some kind of way to piss off me the working class isn’t in a room the warp and weft like a theft from the loom throws light and shade around a final doom and who is weaving…

Where are you at? It is probably somewhere you are very familiar with, but somewhere that you haven’t spent quite so much time in of late. I wrote this line back when we were about to go back to work after COVID.…

Chowing down on a novel. There were words all over his lips. which he wiped with the back of his hand, and saw some Joycean gobbledegook there. Last week it had been Basho haikus and he had almost starved. He survived the…

drawing faces on my fingers for a puppet show holding the strings pulling unaware what topples but knowing the you know the dominant know the domino the rallying collapsing concatenation hold a pencil think of a drawing the art in the heart…

eat an apple noodle moment which part of the tongue? you’re singing what is it you’re bringing? being throwing stones wrapped in leaves the road grit snowballs the salty and the sweet feeling incomplete there is a circuit board printed here in…

we shot the people burning books we identified their nazi symbols and their voices the borderline politicians gave us dirty looks and we warned them about their choices they wanted to circumvent the ballot, gerrymander us in the cornhole we lived in…

do you have enough postage stamps? do you have a beer? he was hardly clear about what you have to do and its something new isn’t it? does he really give a shit? or is he trying to be a wit? maybe…