July 31, 2019
THE INVEGA SUSTENNA CURE
IT ROTS IN ME /// SOUR AS BEER /// THE HIPPIE CURE /// THE DIRTY CURE /// IT BOILS WITHIN ME LIKE /// AN ACIDITY COMPLEX /// CANDYMAN SMILES /// HE ALSO ALWAYS SMILES /// AWAY /// BECAUSE MY BITE IS FADED /// LIKE THE PHOTOGRAPHS /// OURS ARE CRISP ///
July 29, 2019
(bass drop)
I’m the answer to a question no one asked,
bulletproof, motor mouth, facial tic in your ask.
jackpot in your get, wrote a reckoning for subsidies,
paychecks disbursed before the litany was broached,
I speak a mile a minute cure the ennui split the medical bills by inches
through your thick skull, there there, death by a thousand cuts,
July 24, 2019
In the thick of it
Drifters and beggars
cash flow architects
buy my shit or take me on
reproduce or build it up
in these streets too ancient to be named
fought over thousands of years
thousands of times
there was blood
still lingers in the cracks
and the tree bark
all flavour merges here
all colour sweats and suffers
divides and lays claim,
July 23, 2019
SHE BREATHED THE STORM INTO MY BELLY /// SHE COUNTED IN HER DREAMS OF SILKEN STORMS AND SHE KNEW /// SHE FREED ME INTO THE SORROW OF SLAVERY THANK HER FOR ME WHEN YOU’RE WATERY EYED ENOUGH FULL OF METAPHORICAL HALF-FREEDOMS///