(2014)
social technology seems to dehumanise
Run. Until your legs disown you and when you stop hold on to the thunder of your bei… fight through the chocking air,
There, in glistening half-light a spider feels the dawn languid flies forget they’re born life loses a fight A newly unfurled a petal
Life This dot to dot beeb-bop melee of mish-mashed memories
I thought I was dreaming when the midnight sun rose like a ringtone in the silence of my night in this small universe
I sent you a form, you sent it back, not enough paperwork, the wrong kind of tax. I send you a message,
This women is the ocean, this women is the sea this women whose wobbles mean so much to me We could sail away forever
Love is a secret word whispered between dirty fights found under the covers of moonligh… tight into ears from lips to soul
The forest mist sits out of the car early man unsits from his car into boots on the groaning mouth of the boot
Oh the grand of Duke of York, he had ten thousand men, he sent them out to fight on a hil… while he sat back drinking gin. And when they were happy they were…
Write your name on the next bomb.… Wish for a child to hit. A hummingbird pipsqueak heart stop… A punch like a holy fist. Hold a used shell to your child’s…
Out There: everything waits. half lit sheds, and fields of sheep, an ambling man,
Life rolls, in the sway, the ebb and flow of all matter Every pebble treasure is from the… Who cares?! One time
A raucous laugh on a cigarette gus… A petal falling between the cracks… Playground bottles high as kites, What kids we’ve become. Doing time in the cells of mind,
You are just a rock stopped, still, avoided as time passes and mocks, with looking-back laughs... ...and you sink, forgotten
This morning’s focus is lost in my head This morning’s traffic made another one dead This morning’s talking points