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Friday 28th February 2025 2:42 pm
May 2007 Dream
I dreamt of a day
emptied of all beauty
human beings had banned
autonomy --crucified as a criminal
difference --blended as a flat smoothie
risk --quarantined as a leper
the divine --dubbed as a dunce
science --married as the state religion
journalism --spinning on the web
so, humans were screen-reeducated
to march in lockstep
the same direction, wearing
the same expressions...
Monday 3rd May 2021 5:11 pm
Showgirl
this death will be the life of me
patches in the sky
we used to call them clouds
before the bombs went off
and canopied us in a toxic shell;
the artist swapped his brush
for a brick
and threw it in tantrum
from a distance
at some cheesy idyllic canvas
and despite our decaying teeth falling out
with clumps of hair and skin
you slipped out of your negligee
a li...
Friday 19th June 2020 8:33 am
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