I eat fortune cookies whole
Swallow the wisdom
Upset the diners left demanding answers
I just won’t give 'em
I wish I was dumber
I wanna know less
I’d drop out and fuck off
If I could do it all again
Is it just me or are houses godawful?
I’ll live under rocks
And I won’t paint the walls or hang up no tasteful prints
I’m an un-fixer-up
I wish I was dumber
I wanna know less
I’d drop out and fuck off
If I could do it all again
And I know where the big hardware store is in town
But I'll never go back there
Unless it’s to cave my fucking skull after five or so beers
Tryna boardslide the handrail
And I say this from the bottom of my stomach
I’ve eaten more destiny's than I'd care to admit
Mixing Our Salts
Wish I packed a bigger jacket
As I break the news
Like waves that try to swell past
Their muscling unstable mass
And spray my eyes in their crash
Mixing our salts
As my truths foam and aerate
With reactions stricken as you shape
Your rebooting face
Running an impulse late
And we both end up sorry
In opposite ways
A Picture Made Of The Absence
Shot through with a hole
Shot up with hot oatmeal
Paste over gaps in me
Unseen injuries
Echoing cavities
I’ve loved each nameless stranger
In some missing life
In some foreign time
And goddamn I miss them
Acutely re-align
In their wake
As if we shared the same path
And as theirs branches make goodbyes
Through followed eyes like dripping glass
Enamoured with a sketch
Enamoured with a void
A negative space portrait
Of this imploded and destroyed
In love with a shadow
In love with a picture made of the absence
The unrequited ache of the devoid
Calm Coded Messages
Stood up too fast again
An aeroplane jutting out of fuel
His figure bows like corrugated card
Against the grain, trying to fold in half
Blood pressure dropped the dial
Tuned half out from the brainwave station
To crackle and emulsify with phantoms in the static
Calm coded messages speak under panic
All he could think
As his volumes haemorrhaged ink
Was how it felt so good
To buckle over where he stood
He realised he’d been in so much pain
Anaesthesia pumped quietly by his now scrambling brain
Neutralising in him
Finally fine to feel weak as the room spins
Catharsis in submissive pose
There isn’t anymore strength that he owes
And now this…
And now this… An alarm I can’t ignore I smother but remain alarmed It breaks back to before in a another foaming wave The break in our break away from breaking Washing back across shifting rocks to turbulent home I had started my own sea
Long Climb
You’ve seen the view from the peak But never felt the ache deep in your bones until you reached The final steps back down Jolts like a machine gun Poles magnetising to old feelings Reintroduced to strides from the way up Feel their fresh pain again as you can’t forget what you’ve seen Got used to altitude at the top Of battered decisions you’re back wading through the details of To the exit It’s a long climb Towards a final night Towards a final slice of your old life And though you know it’s right It could never be Fit in it one last time And then leave There’ll be a final night There’ll be a drawn out tearing goodbye There’ll be an edge defined As you fall from it As you exit the eyes You inhabited Fit in one last time And then that’s it
Singularity
I didn’t dream of anyone who liked me Strain not to completely forget how to like anyone else I suppose I’m paying the proverbial heavy price It’s a shifting comfort to mean I’m on a line I can only just afford the weekly installments That drag in a tight queue behind me Accumulating interest in this slowly spitting friction Sometimes I curse the blunt knife that I chose carefully We crawl so loosely Easy to forget that we’re even moving Towards a smashed horizon I can’t see Past it’s void singularity
Chewing Gum
Dig deep down into pockets The evening stretches long like chewing gum Sit in my lameness as taste is fading Why do I find this joy in waiting? Decide to search the mirror for stuff Careful to dodge eyes of the creep Grazing the edge of their good time Hanging in the reflection of my seat Cool looking people Dealing really well With certain fun types Of consuming social hell Do it for me, I’m rooting for you Go get ‘em team, I’m cheering silently for you
Frozen Pipe
You cracked your life like a frozen pipe Trying to flush the blockage clean The fluid artery creaks a whale sound Then spits the haemorrhage in your face as it bleeds The pressure drops into the mop bucket Collecting spilt lifeblood as it leaks It’s pouring out in shades of sour rust You never felt its creeping toxicity? It’s stained your hair So shave your head And burn your clothes Douse every remnant
A Bicep Full Of TV Static
Find consciousness at the bottom of a puddle again. A set of eye sockets to break in like new boots. The awkward numb of lateness without consequence Like a bicep full of TV static Free demo of what it’ll feel like as a corpse Slept like a log on the forest floor Woke up built into the walls of a hunters cabin Did the rest start to exhaust me when the calories did? A surplus like no nature could ever imagine The dissonant instinct of always having too much
Quit Vision 