looking to be
are you looking to be a gumbo? thinking of being a scrapbook? aiming for something jazz? not interested in playing it straight do your boots say it? do your trousers say it? does your shirt say it? does your jacket say it?…
Tag: writer
you don’t sing
you don’t sing in public but you know all the words the insecurities satellited around you a halo of disregard those voices drown yours out your volume turned down and you’re fooled into thinking you can’t do without them that they’re a…
daily bread
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…
a happy politician
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…
short shirk it
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…
the tool of terror
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…
the working class isn’t in a room
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?
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.…
Eat Your Words
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…
dominant know
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…