pairs
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…
Tag: writing
fire between breaths
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…
the soundtrack prism
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…
Intermediary Connectors
Intermediary connectors were legaly required for any kind of pre-legal contract relationship. If you weren’t using a biofilter connector when you were engaged in genital connection then you legally had no leg to stand on. For women the devices helped to prevent…
petty political broadcast
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…
the heart of are
you are photocopy tongue swimming in the toner the ink of another’s think plagiarism’s stink some don’t even blink the replay of the motion the emptied out emotion no care, no devotion just replication loose recreation tourists at christ’s last station make…
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?…
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…