17 November 2023
it’s never now
it’s
the cover of the book all
triangles and craters, yes it’s
your face
encoded for futurity
if only I could
greet you with
composure
because here we have the benefit
of cheap paper
endless ink
as though we were always meant to be parked
in the same lot, our cares
begrimed with evolutions of dust
fake dust
from planet X
now it’s that tad past post punk
that tabbed post delivery the
messmates planting sky
those wavy, breaky lampoon lines
yes it is a tad rude
this exploring
this plate glassing over the wholly unknome
utility so easily
peeking into mysteries not hours from solution if only
we could cry the lot out
poor our wretched little
hearts out
on the couch
of faux necessity
faux fur faux everything