nothing really matters. not the crows poised trilling with neat claws and important feathers in the corridor drenched with expired notice boards. not the pale white light boasting leftover liquid cereal on dark nights of slobber spinning drunk over sloshy rain slabs and honks that pull you up. not the Kiss, or the sheets thatContinue reading “[indistinguishable marks]”
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[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]
you want to be a visionary. or a sailor. and it is difficult walking the line of them both. when the view becomes too bent. the world becomes too straight to stand. headaches call too frequently. when you blink and. see only cardboard, smoke, sirens. it would be nice. to wake up on a boat.Continue reading “[wherever you are let’s be together in the world]”
[she is something you can’t put your finger on]
sgh
[words on the washing line]
my poems are mostly unfinished. i leave the words out on the washing line to dry and come back to them a few weeks later. sometimes i leave them hanging there. to be taken by the wind. sgh
[bothy]
outside an uninhabited house with boarded up windows and crumbling stone i spy a plethora of lilies growing in quiet sgh
