Keep It Regular
She orbits around him sometimes. He orbits around her at others. There are other satellites which move through the space. Broken bodies in the skies; shattered angels. Is this era alive? Is this a fallow period where the dreams are not planted?…
Can things which seem unrelated to each other be in some way a yin and yang binary? We set up arbitrary systems where we have the energy run off of one action spill into the self-created engine of another action. Could we…
systemic failure is an abstract moving away from the individuals who are hung in the action and do not hold their hands up but surrender to easy lies the country flags under weekend flags ticking between red and blue eras of action…
these lies like lice we comb your skull no cat rasp tongue break your fingers in the prayer scorpion stingers in the stare what were you, but a yesterday? there’s a scratch on the record there’s an itch in the accord there…
I remember the air on fire. A strange taste – something chemical. The flames. And something organic alight underneath. My clothes were flame resistant, and the filters in the mask kept a lot of it out. You get an idea that sticks…
little sphinx who knows what a cat thinks but you are beautiful and i understand the love i am writing you crawl on my chest i am resting, you know what’s best nuzzling in under the defenses your size catches me off…
do we hate everyone? i’ve half a mind to the things you peer through distortion lenses broken fences postural echoes do you know the time? do you have the time? we waste it fail to taste it argue others erased it but…
In a Rewind Zone. Calais was designation Chanticleer One. It was funny to him that he could walk around in one of these causally screwed up regions and barely any of the denizens had a clue that time was rolling in the…
those things you shouldn’t do which you casually do the landscape your drive through the moments you survive through you can’t claim a stock in shocks when you build up moral stumbling blocks in a tower that for a moment holds and…
gotta find a way to praise on the darkest of days i was the son, here are my rays don’t think about when the weave frays think about how the design stays alight in your heart like a phrase the morning comes…