So many thoughts… ideas just breezed in, by. They come often in small waves, small rises but I have difficulty riding them, penning them. I always wanted a mini stenographer to type up my literary expulsions but they are often fast and foggy. Ideas are great and rewarding though the application is frail and full of folly. Fuck.
To another side came clouds and thunderous grayness billowing, spindling, rapturing ’round a child’s head.
A smallish child with pixie eyes. Jangling bow legs and squatting on rough sneakers that leech and ingrain into the grass, the earth. The child looks around bewildered and betwixt; onerous fog circling the bulbous skull, not a smell nor sniff yet. Tilting head and shoulder the child, half-male half-female, slowly, so slowly, walks down a glowing path. Dense green and amber specks silt languid onto unknown space…
It’s all so sectioned and layered, like little sushi houses on the hillside. Tamped down suburban tapestries edging and lining round ‘hoods. The ironclad
community irons out the numbers. Fives and nines and yays of the committees, concluded quotas pity the false riche. Rotary clubs and sandy beaches privately wedged ‘tween overtaken communals, blank spaced re-unmolded earth, steam-cleaned flattened land freshly longing for plazas, open-concept piazzas, quaintly coiffed town square, with the clock tower facing outward.
Always a face out, facing opposite to differentiate, separate, sepiarate. Bring back an olde ways sideways from the main days. Throwback projecting capitalize on the rose-coloured capitalism. Shaded eyes, shady palms, wave hello to new Coconut Grove. Hello, I must be going.
Let’s just say flowers and bushes aren’t the only things white picket fences shield from growth.
Someone gives life
creates – unfurls – brushes colour into the earth
warm breath cascades forth mist-like
living longing – sentience
warm blood moving in and around a body of promise
Another takes life
eradicates the spark – hush out the warmth that could continue to grow
breath so warm so long
stomped, shattered, ‘neath the concrete
stealing a life
thieving more warmth from our bodies, from our hopes
dreams of good will
my feet bleed as I walk among the debris in another man’s shoes
lungs desperate for warm air
From a life of servitude to useless fodder.
The poultry pharms are proles no longer, roles no longer.
Necessary to put them under, down and sunder, thunderous clatter among the squawks.
Iced in beasts become a burden.
Burdened no longer.
Bred to kneel to death no longer. Longer sentence cut for the covid.
Hate myself today, but less than I hate all those people else
I am an asshole
Angry from the birth of shit
Why’s it so hard to be happy yeah yeahy
Hate so impacted in me
What happened to the fun-loving-self
Lovely good boy
The days when we had everything
Is it fiction
Is it nostalge
Where did my real happy begin
In the adult phase the real work is mist
To follow the normals is to commit to plastic bliss
Am I just plastic pasted exist
Are we just aimless rotten abscess
Help em find me
motherfucker Muthafucka muthafuka mo
do they love me
do they hate me
do they fucka fuck my hole
Love it love me hate it hate me
Blaze that hole
Burn that skoll
end to end just obliterate whole