Feb 2017
he spins round
and he is rough
he picks up
by the scruff
collection of power
rough edges and angles
complex network
of wills entangled
to a new baby's sigh
to a little girl
he is no good friend
not the world
he roams until pitch
just like me
wonder which
of us is free
and he is rough
he picks up
by the scruff
collection of power
rough edges and angles
complex network
of wills entangled
to a new baby's sigh
to a little girl
he is no good friend
not the world
he roams until pitch
just like me
wonder which
of us is free
journal scribble; in which the world is a structure and not a glorified mother but is also just a non-sentient dirt being covered in snakes
