29 April 2025
3 May 2025
running on empty
afterrr
the cousin catchups
in paris rome khartoum
tweed heads after the
conclave the contrail
reassembly an interim
new thought bends
to kiss its toes its mother’s
face then flare free
spangling an otherwise
unremarkable dawn
bleared eyes look out, they’re
buzzing for a taxathon an
unexpected trot down
a stairy starry lowway
into felicitous depths
of luscious incomprehensibilty
(that cave of wriggling
wraiths) but still it strikes
one dead to think it can
rotate translate or mean
damned near anything
obsequiousness won’t help
this is the real raw vaporous
thing – a thought electric in
its nothingness yet real
as maths can be – or any
temerity or irritation
like a child with a pencil in
each hand obliterating
white with black – a
fuzzball luckball
unworld wind
it’s as simple as blood
that won’t bleed when
you want it to
or oxygen
always repurposed
or the feel
of those beautiful symbiont feet
tickling the ground
effortlessly disregarding
‘the memetic upstream
of mainstream opinion’ *
* Sriram Krishnan quoted by Ben Smith in The group chats that changed America accessed 29 April 2025