Naive Anthropology
“It is because we are all imposters that we endure each other.”
— Emil Cioran
Contempt
Up the Down Ghat
Bengal Ubuntu
mindcasked
share secret pieces of mind casked in time aging electric white and grey caged in skull and rhyme mylenated sheaths of truth and memory image, light, perception of whom we want to be hear our social being one mind casked in time rhythm of emotion shivering down the spine …
late
Twitching legs Failed snooze Construction drilling Sore throat Messy floor Broken tile …
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am I the subject of I to which I am I belong if in no I am I intended then am I intended wrong are you the object of I to which I are you belong …
Digital Me
catch a glimpse of digitally compressed me when i’m in the drive i’m bits of a celebrity the tricks of this memory hit like electricity through gelatinous circuitry when within some skull i am perceived as real in the shimmering and as the glittering light you may steal a feel …
See Without Speaking
oh sweetheart won’t you let all of these contrivances be can you not see without speaking yourself here drinking coffee with me oh darling won’t you let live this morning out can we not shout within ourselves all about those overwhelming injustices we’ve pouted together before shall we more …
Shocks Across Spacetime
if you close your eyes i shall be erased though from out of the darkness will my pulse be traced in perfect contours as spectrums of neon noise …
Morning in Petrichor
i want you to lead me through the speaking of language so delicate and gentle so peaceful and clear so adorning and resolute that the syllables escape from my conscience in the haste of fleeing tortured prisoners our synchronous tones of subtle clarity will be as theirs emerging into the sharp light …
Futures at Peace
on the eve before one receives an encounter with distant kin one recollects quite precisely what one has been well …
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seeing you changes you and changes me and me seeing me changes you as you change yourself …
Glory Radio
i will believe that you are human not moth when you recite to me the cost of checking your phone …
At Night in the Quiet
there’s confusion cutting short many things i wish to say but there’s no one here to lend an ear so i’ll speak no words today in the frequency of change …