The Body Job

Resisting the easy narratives ain't easy

There's no credit for that

No redemption in the body job

Maybe we're just wishing our lives away

Lurching awkwardly from inspiration to embarrassment

No release from men

They want to see us inside out

Reborn a believer

Navigating spectres

Arranging fragments of the sun

 

It's quiet in front of me

But you're coming through

Lost in the body job

Shaking and spitting

As they make you

And unmake you

To make you again

Surprised like its Christmas everyday

No release from men

No escape from the wheel

 

Resisting the easy narratives ain't easy

There's no credit for that

And no redemption in the body job

hymn

a cataclysm of possible futures

the twinned screens loom before me

more debased than any drunk or poet

half blind eyes grasping for the sky

celebrating today's leveled acres

a slow apocalypse of sugar sweet syrup

eating ourselves

joyful in the calfing

spilling all

each trivial emotion

elevated,  and rejected

within the same breathe

how could i read the words and miss their meaning?

The Author of Attraction

The Author of Attraction

For and by yourself
to your own exacting aesthetic
often missing but always better for the trying
The author of attraction
Playing with the dream
over and over and over
backwards, forwards and backwards again
The author of attraction


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Seen Not Caught

At the end of the platform
beside the green sign;
a singularity
Transformation
The frost like a bed of diamonds

Like, if pain is eventual
and suffering is optional
and you have the courage to decide between them
Then you have the courage to do anything at all
Anything you can think of

The singularity does not move, is happy to wait
But you, you are not so broken as you suppose


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House Cat


Of course there is a kind of beauty in fragility
A triumph of refusal
a space inside the void
the best nap
a house cat