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There’s a heat wave running wild
There’s a heatwave running wild
Theres a heat wave
Running wild
Oblivious of the borders
Run by the corporate money hoarders
There’s a heatwave running wild
As the stealthy arms of
a monetary system
Poisoned with greed
Consumes everything in its path
There’s a heatwave running wild
while the blind insatiable pockets of we want more
And insurmo...
Wednesday 5th August 2020 11:50 am
Limbs
The trees are flesh made.
Gauntly etched to form gangrenous limbs,
Skeletal fingers lacing outward
For the heavens.
Nails,
A multiplicity of fungal greens
That curl and sway about the breeze.
The trees are flesh made,
Blood racing within barcomulch veins
Wednesday 25th October 2017 6:06 am
Sailor Song
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
sailor
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
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