Tag: poet

you are a windmill turning the spin of everyday into energy for turning the wheat into flour to make bread the machinery of conversion men using dreams like plants converting light into life you write every night back from work back from…

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…

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…

trying to nail down your taste but not to do it in haste all the effort a waste we are stood by the edge of the water we are stood at the reach of the tide all of the things that oughtta…