Dec 2016
harbour abyss
shallow dwell our shotgun cells
open wide
tastes like magnesium
swallow now
magnesium magnesium
fall down you barrow folds
why are all the snails out?
you haven't heard?
it's been forty weeks of rain
it's been forty years of rain
crush them if you see them-
don't you know we're in a bubble economy?
the churches crumble
cats lie bored in parking lots
surrounded by nothing
pat pat
the summer heat
dye your bones
in rohypnol veils
empty into cartridges
shoot up
sky burial
float the concentric
lace of vultures
do you ever pantomime being hurt,
just to hide your hurting?
hahahahaa,
no
this ******* heat
pavement swells
dig up the dirt
relay the dirt
reseal over spit your teeth
tap tap from the mountaintop
into the ocean
spend the days watching
kids stamp on the ants
and then cry as they learn what it is to know death
mothers stare on with tired eyes
the summer heat
the summer heat
who took all the rain?
-sosososo,
there's this game,
this game, you see
you
make a jigsaw
but replace every odd or so tile,
with an image of your own design
after a few tries,
the whole thing becomes entirely incomprehensible,
but at least it's yours
shallow dwell our shotgun cells
open wide
tastes like magnesium
swallow now
magnesium magnesium
fall down you barrow folds
why are all the snails out?
you haven't heard?
it's been forty weeks of rain
it's been forty years of rain
crush them if you see them-
don't you know we're in a bubble economy?
the churches crumble
cats lie bored in parking lots
surrounded by nothing
pat pat
the summer heat
dye your bones
in rohypnol veils
empty into cartridges
shoot up
sky burial
float the concentric
lace of vultures
do you ever pantomime being hurt,
just to hide your hurting?
hahahahaa,
no
this ******* heat
pavement swells
dig up the dirt
relay the dirt
reseal over spit your teeth
tap tap from the mountaintop
into the ocean
spend the days watching
kids stamp on the ants
and then cry as they learn what it is to know death
mothers stare on with tired eyes
the summer heat
the summer heat
who took all the rain?
-sosososo,
there's this game,
this game, you see
you
make a jigsaw
but replace every odd or so tile,
with an image of your own design
after a few tries,
the whole thing becomes entirely incomprehensible,
but at least it's yours
`
when i was eight, i got a diary for my birthday, a real fancy one, hard-back, needed a key to open it, all that. i loved it, i'd stare at the first page, blank and inviting, and i'd just well up with feeling. it felt like the first time i had a truly secret space that was wholly mine, where anything could go. i left it empty, in the end, could never figure how to start it, but i carried the key everywhere, still do
"don't stare at the sun
you'll make it blush "
when i was eight, i got a diary for my birthday, a real fancy one, hard-back, needed a key to open it, all that. i loved it, i'd stare at the first page, blank and inviting, and i'd just well up with feeling. it felt like the first time i had a truly secret space that was wholly mine, where anything could go. i left it empty, in the end, could never figure how to start it, but i carried the key everywhere, still do
"don't stare at the sun
you'll make it blush "
