i’m swerving on these mountain roads
trying not to hit these ******* toads
driving in the rain
it’s nearing 2am
just spent the night out
with a new friend’s friend
and i’m reminded of my home
i came
came to
this place
this place
it’s where i came to be
transience transience
i hold my hands out, cupped,
with my memories in fear
they’ll ascend like sand
sand in my hand
so
i look to my left
and i look to my right
10 chains pace
and all i see is empty space
one million
blank and glossy
peoples’ face
i live in a house made out of
transience transience
made for people passin’ through
transience transience
[break]
i sleep on my
borrowed bed frame
i
sleep on my
plastic mattress too
easy to clean
for people passin’ through
and i’m
swerving on these mountain roads
trying not to hit these ******* toads
driving in the rain
its nearing 3am
and i wake up
with my head cupped
in my home made out of
transience transience
drenched in sweat
i drank too much again
couldn’t clean my sweat out
this cheap poly thread count
it’s got a memory of me
in my house made out of
transience transience
give me some limestone
and i’ll make a better home
i’d beg on my knees
for a grass blade in a cedar glade
it’s where i’d like to be
i beg
i plead
i cry
i need
another memory of home
and i
regress 7 hours further down the road
driving in the rain
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
i bark, and
i lap up vinegared wine from my bowl
laden with sprinkles of fruit flies.
my collar is on
but my leash, real long.
i’m not in earshot, but
i don’t stray too far.
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 12:05 AM UTC
i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow
i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean
why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 11:15 AM UTC
^
| |
------------------------ | |oak, are you lonely,
---------------------------------- | |or do hyphae reach that far?
--------------------- | |alone in the field.
| |
--------------------------- | |oak, how is your day?
---------------------------------- | |is bluestem good company?
----------------------- | |are you lonely too?
| |
---------------------------- | |oak, aren't you so tired,
--------------------------------- | |standing so tall in the field?
-------------------------- | |i'm real tired too, oak.
| |
--------------- | |inosculation.
----------------------------------- | |need be, need me, i am here.
------------------------ | |you can lean on me.
| |
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Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 12:14 AM UTC
i romanticise home
the concept of home
and the lack thereof
do you miss singing?
running? climbing?
bare footed dancing in the rain?
do you miss cultural expansiveness?
open markets?
ma la tang? lamb kabobs?
fashion? anonymity?
my first freedom: car.
home: car was(is?) an allowance of my choice of personhood.
here: anonymity is the allowance of my choice of personhood.
here car is:
- person, victim of transportation injustice,
stuck in a positive feedback loop [car to get
to job, job to pay for car] that makes the car a
necessity
- machine made by climate criminals, an
object that personifies their ecologically grim
themed hedonism and thus ensures
environmental injustice for both human and
non-human
will i miss Sydney for the opportunity of consumption or for the lack of needing consumption to be myself?
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
when you're going deaf,
you haven't got much choice
i don't know how
to scrapbook my own voice
but when the last overworked decibel
gets too tired to keep going
i will still feel the vibration of your heartbeat
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 4:10 PM UTC