Miscellaneous poems from miscellaneous times
poems born from no particular project as written from Fall 2024; may be removed from this page in the future in the event that it becomes making sense 2 file them in a new kind of way
“MY FLESH FEELS LIKE FIRE (flounder.ing)” (Spring 2025)
*see illustrated version here -- note: the image gallery features a draft version of the text from the final poem*
FLOUNDER
And stutter;
Fall deep underground.
Open your eyes
To fear and confound:
Five tall doorways,
BUT NO ONE AROUND.
FEEL IT SO DEEPLY,
AND FALL
ON YOUR FACE.
CUT UP YOUR SKIN.
FEED IT TO ANTS.
Like you're growing some fins
(BEFORE DROWNING (DEEP END))
CHOKING ON AIR
Like it's an oil spill.
Plastic trash like a necklace.
It's so cheap. It's so cute.
AND SMILE AND WAVE,
FEEL IT SEEP IN.
LIKE MUD IN A PUDDLE
OF SOFT SEDIMENT,
BURNING AND FLAILING AND
WAITING TO TALKING
TO TWO TWO
AT A TIME.
TREAT THEM TO ICE CREAM
PAY, IT'S YOUR DIME.
FEED ALL THE ANGELS
THAT SWEET SACCHARINE.
FLOWING LIKE WATER –
LIKE BLOOD FROM A BIN –
PACK IT IN TIGHLTY,
SQUEEZE TO FIT IN.
FEELING SO LONELY,
SO LOST FROM WITHIN.
EIGHTEEN METAL ARMIES
MARCH ON PHOENIXIAN TYRANT.
BURN IT DOWN AND FALL TO PIECES.
YOU HAVE TO. AND THEN? GO AGAIN.
MADE WITH A PURPOSE:
FLOPPING, PISCINE, AND THIN.
“PELAGIAC” (Spring 2025)
*see illustrated version here -- note: the image gallery features a draft version of the text from the final poem*
TOUCH THAT LINGERS
TRACE THAT TRACKS
(THE HUNTER)
PRICE THAT PAYS, FOR ITSELF
IN FINGERPRINTS
PEELING PAINT
GLOMMING GLUE
FOOD THAT WON'T LET
YOU FORGET
FEED YOURSELF WITHAND WIND UP CHEWINGCRUNCHY CHITIN BONES
but mostly it's the stick–
the residue what remains.
The sludge that piles up in
Sewers and slides down
The sluiced grooves of veins.
Corrosion fills the void.
(The void that needs be empty).
Pick a path of pestilence
Pursue the promises of a purge
Of soap and water and alcohol
Rub them till you're raw
Yet even then it lingers
(IT’S THE ONLY SKIN REMAINED)
And lower down, a larceny
The theft of a dream that tames.
Fingers touch the world like
Thorny vines; glass jars seem
As thistles (stickily sublime);
Invasive species dominate
Whenever you wet your whistle.
Breath in poison; feel it filter
In through follicles; feel it
Flow faster than blood (your blood)
Feel the contagion that contains
<all those petty pleas for solace
(A weight – a tax – a pain)>
"INTERLOPER//INTRUSION ;(Dear Diary...)" (Spring 2025)
GET OUT OF ME.
GET OUT OF THERE.
STOP IT. FUCKING COME
OUT-- (it rattles.
my spiral skeleton staircase
-- my twisted spine --
my blistered posture).
get out get out get out
(You need to breathe).
You can't make me do this on my own.
The flesh won't move how it's supposed to.
Stop Stop Stop....
And my toes clench and my palms curl.
Living as a mech suit. It hurts. Stop. Stop.
(Why won't you, the pilot, just pilot this shi?)
Why does it hurt to breathe?
Why does it hurt to be?
I know what I must do,
I just don't know if I have the strength to do it...
My phalanges sear.
I need to cut it out... but I can't--
I need to cleave, I need to speak,
I need to eat but I fucking can't...
Why won't my body do
SOMETHING???
IT HURTS SO MUCH TO KEEP THINGS
THIS WAY AND I KNOW THAT IT
KNOWS THAT--
stop. stop, what are you doing?
get out of here. you're not supposed
to be doing things this way...
Plastic glove covered hand
Making sandwiches.
Thin coating that clings to your skin
-- that etches in an unshakable
Reminder of where you end.
And you can't help
But feel it all the time everyday
When it's like this...
Stop. I need you out of here.
YOU HAVE SHIT TO DO. GO DO IT.
stop stop stop stop stop stop
don't touch that...
Leg like lightning carved tree stump.
Charcoal skeleton shoulders,
Under soft breath of dew:
Expand. Contract. Expand.
Contract-- Expire. Shatter.
Eclipse. Lapse. Retire.
CEASE. GO AWAY!
YOU'RE NOT FIT FOR THIS. DIE--
The sea's turbulent topology
Reaches to return home,
Scraping against architecture
As an afterthought...
Grind your teeth to dust.
Shut up and die.
Your ribs shake. You feel it break.
Fucking invalid.
Can't speak. Can't do shit.
Fucking shaky palms,
Knees weak shit but no gall
Nor so much as an ounce of mom's
spaghetti...
Fucking torso; obscene and hideous--
Leave. Leave.
DO YOUR SHIT ALREADY.
IM TIRED OF waiting...
...(NO ONE'S HOME)...
I leave before the echoing silence
Can tell me the truth.
I want to be disconnected;
I want wires and a sputtering heart;
I want flesh that fails;
(I want to try crystal)...
...
...Where did everyone go?...
...
Corner of the table
Sinks in. Sinks down...
--slump.--
...
I'm scared. What if I can't do it?
What if I am where I am?
And (what if) I start there too.
What if I'm the well of origination?
-- Stop it. You don't belong here (anymore)
"Tessellation" (Spring 2025)
Why does this shit always keep going?
Why does it keep compounding?
Every hour that goes by,
Is an hour that gets eaten.
It's just on, and on, and on, forever.
It slots into me.
It succumbs to me (me, I do).
It keeps going, and going, and going, forever.
Zoom out/zoom in
Spin out/around
Fall up/climb down
Kingdom/one crown
Ascendancy
Incendiary
A scented breeze
A second fee
Fracturing into little fragments,
Polygons break down in polynomial time,
And collapse into pulsing polyhedra.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
I see it turning ahead of me:
A bloody, big, old oak tree:
Ligaments and tissue and soil:
Heaving; slumped, like
A paper igloo in the rain.
Construction season because
Cracks emerge(d) because
Water freezes(froze) because
Time proceeds(proceeded) because
Being(s) precede(s)--
The kind of love that's symptomatic;
Teeth falling into fairy-fisted jars,
Falling into soot into sprite
-Ly like spawning in the light.
Like feeling when there's something
Thermo(nuclear/dynamic) and feeling like
I am fading (like Bôa "Duvet" on a TikTok feed).
It's all just this jigsaw shit (moral
Misdemeanors that slot into
Sewn shut secrets
And swine flu colored masks
That fold into bicyclical sets of spiraling eyes).
Drag it up.
Punch it up.
(Like a jump drive).
(Like a cow caught in a tractor beam).
Push it through. Force it out.
Make it real
-Ly ripped open like a mesh of squares in a Blender
Full of edges and faces and vertices.
And extrude it again,
All cubic and
Culinary like Maruchan Ramen.
Bakery that bakes it in.
Ray traced and painted faces of
Donuts in the parking lot.
Asphalt that tears to pieces,
Like making an omlette in thewinter.
Like marshmallows and Hershey's
(They're manufacturing industries):
Moving mechanical,
The gears of the factories where
Cocoa and powder tumble together
In giant steel mixers--
They turn as one.
Milk and chains (of commerce)--
Louis Pasteur and spontaneous
generation--
It comes from within.
Within within, it's in, it's in.
Cuz there are people there too,
Up in the mountains and churches,
Where soldering copper tints
A triptych of stained glass windows
With a
Spiral on a spiral on a spiral;
See its splendor:
That splintered vitrine plane
(Because you are/n't/ the only one)
"<3 love u :P" (Summer 2025)
explosions are not enough
i need you to be pulled apart like a ball of yarn
all at once
every thread its own momentum
i need you to be razor soluble
i need you melting
i need you pumped full of pink goo
wrapped in meat plaster
Sisyphus on a hot dog roller
snap your back like a wish bone
broken glass in the sandbox
heart made of gushers
oozing with human centipede feces
sea sick and dizzy
dash your head against the pavement in the parking lot
"subway diaries" (Summer 2025)
hands shake
and skin
everything
dry and slippery
teeth chatter on their own
and i can't stop
tracing this ghost that's
chewing me up (inside of me)
vision slips
in a slimy arc
as it brushes my temple
no stasis
everything rattles loose
screw myself
into the shape of contortion
wasting away
jittering
jitterbug in a bright, new city
hair does it too
falling apart
and you can taste everything
wrenched out by gravity
always
you can't not
is that rain on the horizon?
the world warbles when I walk nearer
"running_to_the-store_crying.pdf" // "A 17 Year Monopoly;..." (Summer 2025)
be fair to some
and fair be full
there is
somehow a charge
to source your parts
and interests bad enough
to get censored and
ground in to a point
a still point
meant to have been in space
no broader way
a just world
is willing and erotic
another type of flies
create me
to already been me
the sure time of infinity
games of little reminder
limitation to visual cover
a single way to sort
this for you
at you
by you
best by 04:54
to thrive by luck
luck of #17
and to best of best
luck at to--
04:54
best of luck
so splurge
even though retaining
is just somewhat recent
at 02:27
#4 birthday
at happy 02:27
#4 by #4
birthday by #4 at happy
but i have to succeed
instead of that sad building i loved
because we're dead
and shouldn't be considered
more than the archival moment
still lots
left at 10:53
17 lots
only growing
by 10:53 there's #20
hesitant friends send for a site
to be maintained
i'm happy but hesitant
barely a use for my goal
my intended goal
of years past and years over
and at least
the worst has past
and the well has stopped
at 07:07 (migraines discouraged me)
by 08:38
#17 (birthday at)
i'll be happy if i'm a tracker
i'm barely happy
but tracker is my intended goal
by 08:38
#17
happy at
#17
by 08:38
happy at that?
or is that fact a coincidence?
out here by 11:34
you shouted
BIRTHDAY
at 07:16
HAPPY
at #14
POG
by 12:45
happy #24
by 07:13 happy
paradoxical
birthday #12
you shouted, time out
i've been out here
for a long time
you should've been here
by 09:01
you long for this
but at 09:01 I've shouted at you
I remember #25
the still birthday
discovering
at 07:16
happy #14
happy birthday
birthday #14
by at by
all my love for you
my monopoly
next is about losing us
losing pencil privacy
to eraser security
"First day of school" (Summer 2025)
Eating ants with my ears
Breathing in space through a straw
Nostrils that run out of pixels
Smiling in a half-tone, a pulsing slack-eyed maw
How can I how can I...
Huff and I puff and I...
Jolting spasming arms
Compression
A faint hum that
Goes into a saw wave
Into a neck brace
Can't think there was something
Something like a respite
YOU ARE WRONG
YOU MORALIZING PRICK
"prayer + spellcasting - salvage poetry" (Fall 2025)
so like your outline,
i echo
so listen
money for ever
will the world
that is free
for ever is one on one
it's asking and everything
be kind
cut yourself open
to cannibalism
"Holding space (fo/u/r)" (Fall 2025)
seelF good (smooth folder)
Don't go home -yet-
You can't breathe there
Bed is safep-xnafkq 2 jejwfj
Smirk forced face from
Ambient buzz of growth
Where skin belies knospe
Burrito architecture haven held
Heat gun x plastic wrap
Cotton slick with saturation
Devolves into slime contagion
And life-splintering, prickling raze-r
"ジェスチャー" (Fall 2025)
fuck you
1 minute warning
after you
i'm okay x
thank you <3
pocketknife
better yet
switchblade
tucked in
ur sweater sleeve
better yet
tucked in
ur forearm
in faded
horizontal,_,._scores
hangman
strike
zamn!
(she's 12)
caught
smuggled chalk
or scraping tool
on wall of
jail cell--
cinematic exposition
best practice--
waft
not sniff
in case of
toxic chemicals
robbing a bank
in 2 times speed
in 79 fragments
of a chronology
of chance
innocence
playground etiquette
cold
colder
getting warm
press 2 times
4 unlock trunk
a past time
it's passed time?
7 am-- nearly
gamba
big stakes
u will win!
sunk cost
page refresh
birthday wishes
kitchen wall calendar
weekly letters
get well soon
our happy christmas
cupcakes
treaty negotiation
wondering when
u will be born again
and why
peeking thru
the keyhole
poking thru
the hand hold
itonami&soft-winter-mittens
"counted to twelve" (Fall 2025)
I feel like my shirt is choking me
I want to work but I'm tingly
I'm waiting for it to pass
It comes in waves
Ripping thru me like velcro
Breathing so easy now
Feeling so many feelings now
Stinging eyes r like in a breeze right now
I thought I had a thought of what I wanted to do
But I don't know where I had putted it
Our-wear-where I am
N when I had got here
I wanna teach someone a lesson
Tell someone what I had learned
Try to make it not happen again
I thought it seemed so true
Did I eat today
Did I sleep today
Did I move today
Did I drink today
How do I get going straight again
I just wanna hold on to u
Whatdo_whatdo_uwantmetodo
"moral== h y g e i n e ==~.w.~" (Fall 2025)
i brush my teeth 8 times a day
and 9 times a week
don't u fucking silence me
i'm just tryna speak
i take out my rubber band hand gun
and aim my fingers up at the sun
and gesture to shoot that jerk among jerks
whose annoying ray gaze is makes life unfun
cuz it's like it's the source of my delirium
as if i'm the fourth half-life isotope
of ^8-to-^12Beryllium
(don't worry, it's probably a thing)
i run my face through a gravel mixture
so i can cut my eyelids open
don't think u can face all ur fears
like shattered glass, ur insides spoken
"procrastination: crying in an eye mask" (Fall 2025)
there's some kind of snake
some kind of coiled thing
lodged inside of me
long nails scratching the top of my head
irritated skin
where my headphones jostle
against my greasy hair
aching jaw
nasal drip
my left nostril
clogged
leaking
like my right eye
when i try to sleep
when i grind my teeth
and i feel them ground
with my tongue
the start of soft acid reflux
a split second of nausea
coming every eight minutes
a light burning of wristses
what could be called carpal tunnel
mom says my instruments
are killing me
mom says its like a lathe
a flash just now
i don't know anymore
if that was real life
or just a wandering dream
a feeling embarrassment
talking about my mom
saying words i can't make out
in a 3 or 4 person crowd
i can't place it
on a zoom call
on a winter sidewalk
i'm not sure.
"a confession is a lame thing when ur unsure of urself" (Fall 2025)
i think someone loves me
or has feelings for me
but i don't know what to do
i'm not sure that i love them
or even ------
but i don't wanna lead them on
but i don't wanna be mean
but it gives me someone to talk to
i think i know what's flirting
but i never know for sure
cuz i never mean to do it
i just wanna be nice 2 everyone
people pleasing i guess
if u wanna call it that
n sometimes it drags
n sometimes it drains
putting out versions of not me
into people not near me
but what can u do?
making small talk
making mistakes
thank u / u too / oh, n how was ur day
don't stop, just walk away
i just want u 2 be happy
whoever u r
i just wanna do something
while ever i'm here
always followed by a riptide of guilt
tridents that spin round ur head
cuz ur too full to take on anything else rn
but it seems so silly
beating urself up like that
over nothing
just speculation
made up by u to haunt u
in the image of another
what if there r no real friends?
what if mixed messages mislead u
what if it always melts to hate
when folks r done with making do
could i ever make it thru
if i was ever rlly honest
if i said my past
if i said i thought i loved u
but i didn't tho cuz i wanted things to last
i wanted love i thought i think
but i'm afraid of commitment
n i make do being safe
curled up in a ball
i forgot i had a voice
so when i speak it comes out so scrambly
tryna say something
just get in ur way
tryna be done with things
just hiding my face
but i know i know i love u
whoever u r
i know i know i love
whenever u r
in the past
in a memory
in a safely broken could still be
have been
break u down n
tear u to pieces
all these monuments to shame
n what gets done
feeling scared n sad and something
u dont know what i am
my mirror isn't broken
it just splits into 3
made for storing medicine
used for stuffing excesses in
trinkets from santa stockings
effigies to ur betray
reminder of that u change
what u said u were that u wanted
how long u said ud care
how hard ud try n remember
a technique for fixing broken things
like chipped nails
it hurts even more sometimes
when without even trying
ur scars are all healed
just clawing at the new nothing
tryna replay(ce) old hurts
whyd u have to go away
just leaving me here
to deal with this
wound so old
the scab wont bleed again
cells replace cells
what's my point to go on
" " (Winter 2025)
an intervention
a space between
an admission, of guilt
or something else
a hundred more will come before
the world turns all the way back
to running how it was to be
when all it was was made of salt
u don't even exist
not where it matters
in the world of visual culture
of action
of interface
of fact, and friction;
I've resolved to not even pretend to read u ur rights anymore
"Elilogue apocrypha: the m1mic and me" (Winter 2026)
She washed (ten thousand) spider(s) down the drain
And turned the sink disposal on
(This crushed its all eight thousand limbs)
After waiting till its cries had stopped
She then rinsed her hands right clean off
And wiping dirt and sweat from brow
Elsewhere, in the cement-sealed catacombs,
A troupe of teens was trespassing.
But didn't know the dangers--
Nor what it was that had been trapped down there
For a span which equated to "a long time"
Thoroughfares collapse/ing--
Now they're all down, tumbling...
The settled dust reveals a labyrinth;
Most rooms were empty,
But some contained mascot suits piled big
And from one came a rustling
As a mass of wires emerged,
Pouring forth from the mouth as eyes,
The liquid resentment shuddered to life
It had learned from its father
That one had best be penitent
By now, though, that didn't matter,
Not since the death stench had crept in
Whip-fast like a bullet,
It shoots out a limb,
And-- *hwatcha*
The boy's begotten tracheotomoy
Pre-frontal lobes peel open easy:
It's all about smashing with grit,
Then you pinsir with precision
or at least start in that way by gesturing
Hate and rage and an ancient but playful disdain
It had a directive
It was following orders
But that was just the premise-- a means to an end
In truth, it was cunning,
And knew to tell the difference between kindness and sin
But its body was hateful
And its geometries now hurt to touch
Ripped open heart
Caved in stomach
It did not want forgiveness
It needed to win
It would succeed no matter the cost
It would bring him back no matter what…/the cost…
Bolts unseamed in zippered cacophony
Cables shot through metal rods arterially
And the ever gnawing anchor of rust
Held open the wound
Intestinal springs transform into vice grips
The new branch of phrenology takes a metal subject
It sutures into the skin of a clown
And attempts to flex its autonomy
Intervention, though, has other plans --
Decapitation,
That is
She flicks the creviced lever
-- Exposed by tome and oral tradition --
To turn it off
And elsewhere, water wets the drain in lubricating hope
Of insulating her from guilt
The shredded abdomen seeps deeper into the sewer
The big ones are eradicated,,, for now
: a vision of another world, another time
a want that was willed, but never could be
how do we try? how do we see?
can you ever make it up to me?
and so what but a miscarriage would all of us find?
on that note in that hole in that basement;
"poem for my shadow-casting night%20light" (Winter 2026)
(i wanted this one to be better)
(but it's saying little new)
encrypted files look in both directions
waiting to be read
indecipherable
(rotten zeros)
data center heat exhaust
killing all the birds
in the local park
(migratory layer)
henna and a hand tattoo
memories from when u were -----
keeping back ups on hard drives
in case of water damage
in case ur pipes freeze
i want to hold you
and feel you
and hug you so much
but every time i touch u
every time my hand moves through u
u grow older as such
competitive noncompliance
i don't have enough time
to truly cherish u
i don't think anyone did
why can't it ever be enough?
a curse of wanting more
of killing softly
till your neck gets sore
wild and free-
a fiction like a night terror
comparison
counting to twelve
hours
fingers
teeth
the once soft fur is soggy now
its plastic strands so saturated with sweat
and peeling away
as the cheap mass prod seam come now oft undone
a fountain pen placed in a puddle in a parking lot
re/presentation
re/memberation
dismemberation
<3 < 3 </3
coming undone
falling apart
going somewhere new..Ɛ>
"veinminer is keybound to '~' (this poem died without asking)" (like Fall 2025 or something like that)
did you know there's an easier way to do things?
did you know you have an essence that spills out when you die?
did you know that something can come from nothing?
up in the ozone
up in the sky
did you know things can be different?
did you know that money grows on trees? (miniccio)
did you know that you can fly?
did you know there's a portal hell?
...
igneous extruder
phy-.,mnnn
"such" (Spring 2026)
such a fucked up world
that we're living in now
such a rainy day
as... drowning out... ***ow
such a happy guy
(when in public spaces,
in the public eye)
i wanted to see you around but
i woke up scared i would drown and
i was crying myself ...
to --- --- --- ---
it's --- --- --- ---
-.-.- cats&dogs as
the clouds --- --- ur head &
i think people just shouldn't be killed &
i hope all zionists might die &
i hope ice agents ---- ---- ----
(as such)
"castration anxiety- idk if that’s rlly a thing but anyways, can someone get this plastic dildo out from inside of me" (Spring 2026)
Squeezing the scissors till my hand cramps up
I want to cut it off i want it out I want to get it done I want to keep going until this vile creature is out of me- til it can be other people's problem then
Don't even have time to trim the leaves before the branches break on their own
Splintered already by the weight of all that came before
Pity ur so self righteous and forgot how to unlock ur door
"more of the same" (Spring 2026)
bleeding till our gums get sore
my teeth don't buzz these days anymore
so many times a verb
becomes u
u shouted from the rooftop
and so u were a shingle
there used to be order in the world
what an infantile thing to say
wild and free
sounding sounding sounding
clay pot, clay brick, and clay paper
works best if cut 8 times
the archive was made to read the bible
all this mass- all this splendid rubble-
i gave up the swing so the kids could play
i just like looking at the clouds
it makes me smile in a way
but it also makes me frown
corded wires
spears and indices of disconnect
sounding like an 8-year old
so goes the days when winter left
at first it got warm quickly
then a grey haze returned
now all stat changes're the same
"the semiconductors are all gone now (how did anyone ever stop crying)" (Spring 2026)
the loins left when he was injured first
(at seven)
looking at a comic
in a ski lodge
in a cabin in the woods
hiding penises in crawl spaces
posing nubile in the mirror
(this is at ten &4)
showing self-drawn smut to peers like her at school
but yet knowing nothing like desire for the 'real deal'
no, that wouldn't feign to come 'til later
(tho, in a way, it never did at all-
not of free will, that is; 0r volition-
but volunteer;
like the shore volunteers its bank
to oxbow-forming river)
cleft me right down to the center
that boy at school who rode the bus with me
i swear he was a tenor
something like a skitter splashes at the outskirts of the frame
(that is, the visible field when where ur eyeballed earsight still remains)
counting down more slowly
waiting to get ur license
a wound that's waiting like a ride home
a phone call to match ur mom's assurance
running late
zipping up
checking in
no response
there never is
there never was
and so you fucked it up again
you should never have tried stopping anything at all
nobody wants to befriend justice
when it isn't even just
and when no body but the wealthy semi-elite
make up the social crust
yes, yes
something like this
and then we can talk now too about cs:go cases
and port forwarding and fake ips and url characters that look real enough 2 me
a bulk trade-in offer
a kind of restitution
that plays so nice in cinematheque
why then with the sudden scoffing
when it's brought new light
in thru administrative inquest
fiction as an afterthought
a thing to do before ur bed
a thing to pass the time and dissociate with
to hide from all that shit like ------
i wanna be objectified
and turned into a toilet
i wanna be anesthetized
and ***** until i vomit
i wanna be made of ripping seams
that're refashioned into a banquet
i thought at least
if i played pretend
i wouldn't have to deal with --------
and then it happened to me
and i can't stop crying
and i thought i wanted it so badly
but now i don't know why ------ ----
i need to play pretend
i need to play pretend
i cannot be that thing that eats
or needs to ------ --- -----
it has to be someone else
it has to be someone else
it needs to be
it needs to be
why can't i ever stop crying
blocked again on discord
by a nazi girl for, i'm not sure..
i guess, it was 4 trying?
trying to talk it out
trying to say, hey, i think maybe you're wrong
hey maybe don't do that cryptofascist weird religious shit
it's getting quite concerning
and trust as u can
(do please)
i rlly do so wan2 believe
that u r not just like, '2 far gone'
(but ofc, 4 now; well, fuck u-
nazi girl, go suck on rocks
im tired of holding back my tongue)
i just want to be helpful to people
i just want to make their lives happier
i just want to be used as all other things
with sockets and matrices and wire-cutted lines as have never been repleted
but i didn't know that silicon was made somewhere thru some technique
or what all that coltan did costed 2 extract in a price of human blood
i didn't know
i didn't know
i wanted things to be better
why can i only think of how i want to **** myself
when i know that isn't true
why does the image of me saw trap stabbing my eye
just keep coming back when i shut them tight
like the man himself, it never seems 2 diel,.
oh, so you want to be a dancer
but u never went to trials
o so u want to be a weirdo but u never wanted ----
o so u want nothing at all
well isn't that just fun
well i wonder how long that schtick will last
and what all u'll get up to when finally ur done
& o, btw
there's a paper trail, yknow
somewhere
<and not just in the 'chain'>
a locked paypal account with 20k
x.or a frozen steam wallet with still hundreds of games
but i'm too scared to turn on my computer now
and too cowardly to do anything like getting around 2 throwing it away
is it just me or r the days getting longer
how the fuck did anyone ever ---- & --- --- -----?
,,,,
hm. i guess it's getting a little looser now
tho best still 2 apply steady pressure to the wound
yea, sure, from this a scar'll form
but, o, so what?
u'll be once more a lil girl who's taciturn
so what's new in this old,steady world
as it changes every day
nothing harshly injured
can forever that way remain
=postscript=
(Moore's Law is a sham, you know)
(At least that's what they say)
(every rule holds true forever)
(until)
(oh hey, well, it must just be ur lucky day)
"Osaka guidebook 8:35.6.7.27.16.3.6.13|5:6.1.6.3.6;3:5.2.4;2:2.1;1:6;1:4;2:2.3;5:2.3.1.4.2;2:1.4" (Spring 2026)
hope encloses interest
that together structure
of will
first we world
in exposition
with all that our structure states
the who combination
a search over used-to-be crops
a free space
free and even
all interest is diverse
which exhibits will together
~
Arbus
photographers color the landscape
in documentary lifestyles
Kertesz
~
(Duane) Michals
(Garry) Winograd)
~
signs
~
space
~
world Japan
1970
~
all in
terms who own truth
part this
part Hemmingway
part said to his whole
photographers
Kertesz
Andre Kertesz
and 120 states and transparencies
~
and locker uniform
and and and
surfboards
::about poetry::
Most of the poems I've written over the past couple years. I like poetry as a medium because it lets me push language to its breaking point and is the easiest medium for me to translate some of my more intense feelings into something semi-legible. It also lets me frame my paranoid, repulsive, etc. thought patterns as something closer to beauty.
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