UntuitionHard to follow
Smoke and Mirrors
If our minds are comfortable and uninspired we will remain unevolved, like Southern marsupials, free of competition, inside a vacuum, too stagnant and stale to encourage change. For change is a forceful, effort-requiring utilitarian behaviour. For change is the reaction to discomfort. Few have enough intellectual discomfort to experience willpower. We will continue to look […]
Tar and feathers
I stank of oil, greasy black Shook my legs out for a spin Coughing through some dampened lungs Cloudy like the room we’re in Wall to wall of pornstars that we’ve never been Like headless flies, hung up on same old memes Faces on posters with no name, in a Boson’s lifetime Same repertoire, same […]
On the walk home
Cityscapes cut out of jagged skyline Sky like black silk, stained with iodine Heard a scream from east to the street A cat’s eyes close and fade like mist A’capella from street crossing alarms Theatre lighting from fluorescent streetlights The chill snaps into my skin, rain on my neck Walking home from our last rights […]
Dunes
With the sack over my shoulder Taking the old walk slow Moving on and going down To a land I’ve never known Those hills are steep, with the ground too smooth Pleasure’s antics keep me on my way Not taking too many looks back Yet not only looking at what’s infront Of eyes partly open, […]
Thursday nights
Beneath the checkout sign glare Is always a piece of something to remind me That reductionism leads us together to the middle Travelling from the station of ideas to reality Material can appear featherweight, but then it’s heavy Touching shoulders, but our electrons are far apart upon magnification We are made of vast empty spaces, […]
On the explainable
An irrational, unbearable fascination. The compulsion to look into somebody’s eyes, the screen through which our perception of somebody is distorted whilst we experience the paradoxically intense desire to know them, to analyse the structure of their persona, every grain composing their skin, slopes at the peak of an ear, every web of their iris […]
Postman’s Wife
She’s hysterical, his biblical perfection Can work the locks to her own hands And when he’s gone, she’ll scream outside A burning space oddity, just like other girls Perfect maids, marching in the street It takes cruelty to seem so kind To one’s neighbour, to oneself Words become corrupt When parity is missing in their […]