meandering transfixed sans temporal landmarks (24/10/2022)
every day
it’s all
the same.
together, it blurs. coagulates.
fills furrow-trod brain grooves
like grout. experience withers
on the vine, in the leaves, leaves
little brittle dust-skeletons
decomposing on the bathroom tile
so deficient they can’t grow a garden—
only this greying grieving heaving
metastasising mass breathing
again again again
once more once more
the same the sa...
Friday 9th February 2024 11:29 am
n. an act or instance of damaging or altering something radically (03/02/2024)
mutilation,
they call it.
mutilation,
like i’m a butcher
in search of meat to cleave,
and rather than stain my knife
on the skins of bleating livestock
or sweat over a hunt or chase,
i choose the path of least resistance:
myself, my flesh, my matter—
so naïve and unknowing,
defenceless in the face of change.
mutilation,
as if the weight
i mean to carve away
isn’t unwelcome or di...
Monday 5th February 2024 4:09 pm
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