Keep It Regular
things are different over time perspective shifts position drifts satori clicks things fall into places they wouldn’t before various open doors different wins and draws exposing different flaws sometimes it’s apples other times is cores discovering the hidden clause living in the…
we’re gathering threads for something like a conclusion in a space filled with beginnings that are coming out of warm shutdown some believe this translation will speak their language in a way the last change didn’t but they are ignoring the pattern…
living in the fictional distance poetry self defence a creative pretence to avoid being stuck in a hopeless place the angry voices are louder reason trying to box the chaos but it’s hands holding soup sand through the sibyl’s hand all that…
in you blood magic in me we are moving through ragged shadows trying to piece together light and sometimes calling it life we mistake the dark for the truth forget the spark and move from youth into the stage where age seems…
able to eat the meat meet the lie in the middle dream it isn’t a being that your teeth aren’t sharp for a reason but every so often ghosts seep in and you have to sleep in because nightmares brew it’s what…
not loving the bruised apple philosophy pulling the thoughts at the stem so they do not bruise i place them carefully in a container one apple is brown from being dropped we will store the damage for the winter pretend we have…
where the truth fails something vital burned down and you have to see it you aren’t building a house of cards you are the pig with bricks so don’t shuffle, step along your heart atop a feather your hand reaching identifying the…
you have to set fire to your head periodically because it is made of old pages and you can taste the dust do you want to be bookshelves? or are you in nervous fingers at a reading where someone interprets their favourite…
what’s your rhythm? soundtrack prism you are meeting in the tracks you weren’t wax you were mixtapes and mix cds and playlists shared you cared about the music not a greatest hits fan a little pedantic sometimes great at pub quizzes but…
petty political broadcast the words aren’t about the people and the war isn’t waged for them either it’s about the business of revenge it’s not served cold here it’s a steaming pile and it smells bad it sounds sad does it even…