cankers for the backroom
old cancers aren’t my story i am putting them away i have to heal even if that’s not real for you what do you expect me to do? sorry, but i won’t die too i have been packing away these mistakes and…
saming the gist gum
it’s a map full of traps cheats to game the system a systematic game sometimes you can list them they’ve always been the same the prison of class the half full glass the know it all the biblical fall all the things…
lessens in school
hatred is the speech deflated is the reach negated is the teach on the platform talking the melt a thaw brings the lesson as laws sting you the disenfranchised you the disappointed you the badly aprised you the half-arsed anointed you’d have…
unwelcoming pose
finding those who have disavowed hate turned away the plate and happily said they’d rather not be fed than led down the garden path in the direction of wrath we see those and their unwelcoming pose and the soured grapes distilled into…
Flying Potato
Kafka morning, Samsa Hook, with only slight feel of Josef K. He crawls across the floor. Looks in the Mere-Ur and speed dials Leftover Pizza who will swoop in and drop off someone’s second hand pizza for him. It tastes better that…
Dicky Tickers
He ate the face in a light brine. There was something weirdly sexy about supermodel face soup. If you were selling this kind of thing you had to be OK with old guys like him getting the occassional boner in public. Wasn’t…
lazy chains
the things you watch distracted dreams in lazy chains what remains when you boil it for a year? just the salt of tears no more handkerchieves fire in an oil drum kick it for a tone like a jamaican dream we want…
Handling A Wherewolf
The cats on the keyboard. There’s a Wherewolf moving through the timezone, sporting temporal eddy redirect fins. An alert goes out to intermediary Owls to come and control the space. Something buckles in the spatiotemporal anchors and a whole bunch of people…
God In The Washing Machine
Deus Ex Machina takes on a whole different hue when you’re dealing with one that is stuck in your fast spin cycle, waiting on the rinse cycle. Did you separate your whites and your colours? Are they going to run together? Put…
unpresent the wrap
the tongue unfurls a stone in the stream around which swirls the currents of dream that carry the head further than we tread in the waking world in the daedal whorl curled waiting for an icarus moment to lift up into momentum…