Teach me to read
the script of the earth.
Teach me to hear
the voice of soil.
Teach me to feel
my place in the vast empty,
without superposition,
to be in one place at once,
not stretched thin,
not placeless.
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 8:17 PM UTC
take me to the hinterland
undress me in the violet dusk
in desolate beautiful country
show me the way forward,
or ask me what it means
to be here now
feel the wind on your skin,
the earth between your toes,
and taste the scents in the air
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
The beat takes me
and takes me
and takes me.
The crowd throbs
in rhythm,
Ensconced in bass,
Repatriated to dance.
Staggering singularity,
The centre cannot hold.
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 9:09 PM UTC
The god,
She runs her tongue across my neck,
Traces a hand along my imperfections.
We build together
In this shivering heat.
I give her my blood
and she builds a city.
My flesh becomes the world.
My bones caves and rivers,
My heart the capital of some meat nation,
My soul the fire of progress.
I spill out. I spill out.
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
A door opening forever.
A shout that never dies.
Trip the light fantastic before sunrise.
Sprint barefoot through endless forest.
Love dust and other small things.
Feel the pulse of the world,
of the city, of the river.
Follow the breath.
Find the place the light cannot reach.
Do anything.
Live.
Live.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 7:14 AM UTC
It comes
crashing back.
It comes
bearing down.
It comes
simmering up.
It comes,
it comes,
it comes.
The end of history
has ended.
Deep gasping breaths,
lungs guzzling the
cold moonlit air
for the first time. Breathe,
we're all here.
Sit in the night with us.
We gather here.
Seething. Boiling.
Our tribe not bound
by distance or creed.
This lightspeed collective.
What is the best way
to find a voice again?
Is it to sit,
build tented cities,
block motorways,
stamp and shout and scream,
but never break a window?
Never to burn a plantation
and strike down those who held your chains?
Never to throw yourself
in front of the King's horse?
History, snarling,
gives us the answer:
You cannot change this
with two open palms.
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 4:50 PM UTC
Are you lonely too?
Are you any good in bed?
Are you ready for me soon?
Do you want to be my new friend?
You've been chosen.
Do you like me?
Do you want to meet me?
What are you waiting for?
Try it now for free.
Congratulations, you've been chosen.
Have you seen how blue the sky is?
Do you want to fall in love again?
You won't believe these prices.
When I ride you, I will go crazy.
You have been chosen.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 7:51 AM UTC
we are back here again,
offering up prayers to the patron saint of lost things.
we are haunted by eidolons of past states,
snapshots of perfect moments,
lingering phantom pain.
the monument is
swept away by an ocean
of time and desire,
lost to the seabed
and laid to rest.
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC
a heartbeat in the dark
you purr against my chest
we melt together
blissful synthesis
we rise and fall
convergent plate tectonics
our boundaries crash
the earth heaves and shifts
with us
i wake to the dawn chorus
and to her breath tickling my neck
the world at peace, anew
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
How could I bury something
that never
died
Pull me apart and
use me.
We cannot be whole
Map the network
of my veins;
entangle
within me
We cannot escape
this orbit
but we could
crash together
There would be beauty in that
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC