Naive Anthropology
“It is because we are all imposters that we endure each other.”
— Emil Cioran
needle, needle
inadequate to intercept future imperfect to recall past into present we suture each vision we wish to stash brandished steel puncturing time threading scenery of creature condition loop by loop, in word and rhyme each stitch evinces volition needle, needle; greasy, greasy with fingerprints of mind for sartorial artist, easy easy each apprentice mastered blind …
dopameaning
hush, little tempers time to walk away ice these fiery embers there's nothing now to say harsh youngling grudges inked in doom and scrolls intrusive pokes and nudges behold the network trolls anxious youths entangled in spectacle and scene imaginations strangled compulsive dopamine …
grace gently brushing across my greasy nose rosy cheeks so blushing tingles in the toes are these just illusions? are you true light here appearing? holograph intrusions blissful engineering hormones course bloodstreaming binging on the views hope pent up and teeming is that really you? …
Sugarjail
a window jails my journeyed longing to a foggy unfocused attention within the raindrops dribbling down every wandering awaits your mention a pane in frame through which i clinch to impulse effervescing each bubble bursting your brown eyes like autumn trees undressing where dust graffitis glass and paint flakes and peels to time my blood exhausts in streams and rivers of sugar to glimpse your mind …
tap to pay click to borrow take today whats tomorrow
Contempt
King Khalid Paper Straw
Thinking, Fast and Dirty
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 …
Adhan for Asr
The UFOPNCPGNPGNNCOPSGN
late
Twitching legs Failed snooze Construction drilling Sore throat Messy floor Broken tile …
untitled
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 …
Plum
Wildfires
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 …
untitled
seeing you changes you and changes me and me seeing me changes you as you change yourself …
Obituary
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 …