2 February 2025
13 February 2025
a neighbour starts their car
vaporised moments – plausible cities expand in vacuum policed by warriors of being
the way we think things are
heralds with eyes wide open but no light coming in at vanished stations finger trumpets
and press them to their lips
there is a frost tonight the torn earth turns to stone undernourished by forecasts
devices masquerade as sound
lightning in a world of wool burns music to a laugh bird calls scrawl your skin then vanish no trace of sense remains
the car is gone