29 March 2025
7 June 2025
i’m just
a desexed pet wandering the galaxy
in search of algorithmic anodynes
a scrolling rot girl in summer sync
hey i want some slack to ease
my wobbly bones and other bits
to smooth the toxic nano dirt
from out my brain my medium
my life the endless invitations to
the endless weddings of my friends
(a grape a drink a tree shadows a hammock proust’s slow clockwork murmurs consequences of love vibrating hickory smoke i just blinked really and somehow it set things off where did this sentence start would be an option. i switched off the seagull and sat there four minutes or so hardly enough time to hear bells or the clicks of patrick white translating something from french, his audience, readers, why didn’t i hear them coming? it being more calming to imagine daybreak in retrospect than empty your mind of
thoughts
i don’t mean
words)
(i mean the sense of incompletion a compline of sorts in the anglican liturgy i wish i had read more when i had the chance but you’ve heard it all before, the words i mean, i mean the great averaging of intelligence in the hope of a scoop of ice cream a scoop of cold news melting into a fact-check phase a bowl to sing from you could sing so melodiously even the nightingale was charmed from the skies before he got out of africa all the fields and dumps and slums endless musical makeovers from which salvos are fired salvific, emergent, preoccupations while not paying attention a bicycle node in elysian fields a trumpet surprises a hopeless affair with no hope of accurate reportage what a sad game to play between three people or one if you count
me)
(any which way turvy
a graceless gong struck
with
abandon
i mean
struck hard
enough)