big inflation

new equation

maximus’ abacus

calculating abe’s exodus

from the troll farm

stagnant

not settled

fallen cherry blossom petals

chasing ratings

rotting

food for unseen vegetables

remnants bleed into brown & green

it reads:

‘this hidden site has been seized’

scattered shopping tags

tps reports

empty mags

tabs

a matter of perspective

1 for the tongue

body of christ

pliers for the 3rd eye

wage cage weasel

place to call home

(after a 30 year loan)

renegade node

indigo child mode

beneath jaded

is where jade is

+ other beautiful stones

to ignite bones

& crack chains with

or get sidetracked

& trade with

night dive

night drive

rabbits running from

or, more likely, blinded by

fluorescent strip lights

shot up with needles

strapped to desk chairs

been thinking

like

not feeling the tone of none of ya

bad vibes forever

zoom call zirconia

do you remember dreams

in between fatigue

& disassociation

bored

binge

slack-jawed netflix wh***

a circus to distract

from the war of the worlds

outside your front door

pole vault

with a severed alien leg

a revolt

against daycare for adults

against monday dread

against shrunken heads

strangled souls seep out in recreational outrage

like any of it means anything

like getting triggered…

like taking offence…

like taking sides…

like voting…

like waving flags…

like arguing about stuff online means anything at all

doped up clown

pfft

wasted days

pointless impressions on a page

scripts

bots

can’t be cleansed in alkaline fountains

deep in swiss mountains

but make good guards for nuclear grade doors

shielding offline servers in military bunkers

protecting the wealth of others

that have already won.

all..day..i..dream..about..serotonin

black phase wolf

shapeshifting truths

seesaw

temperature adventurer

an equally majestic

& pathetic

hypercolour fur suit

coming down

ambient electronic beats

lo-fi spells

a bug’s life

ant on an exoplanet

comets

crypto

flash/crash/smash

cause craters

mega avalanche

iridium

nano-diamonds

ultraviolence

coming down

do cicadas get the bends

breaking dirt

alert to the stale stench of dead trends

were oh so important

before they teleported

to a black bag

in the attic

or a supermarket charity bin

secret doors

(vega)

scaling walls

crawling skin

a nuclear exchange

a chemical game

dilated

daybreak

coming down

more pain

more pain

more painful things

turn into paintings

tears wet

colour discs

on a palette

that were dried out

and crumbling

juice joins

dusty fissures

makes pigment bridges

hydrates bristles

feeds pictures

more pain

‘it’s the colouring that concerns me’

truth be told

more pain

summons rufio

lost boy

art studio

more pain

more pain

a molotov

for the person

that was

more pain

triple x pain

peter pain

cry like a cockerel

fly again

‘it’s not your fault’

when life serves unskippable ads

big sad

pull out a pad

sketch a draft

new neverland map

never doubt the fire

more pain.

driving through

lotus fields

gps in japanese

real recognise real

a beautiful village

reflect

accept

consequences of actions

things that last

things that pass

things, split in half

shinto

zen

no complications

(track spend)

stripped back

don’t watch face

minimal shrines

pulp scriptures

reservoir logs

et, phone home

0800-honour-code

moshi moshi

atonement stumps

words become birds

become arc’teryx

black hair

pale skin

solace in tradition

close borders to

negative

degenerate

influence

no deals with the yakuza

no deals with lucifer

just a deal with the lord

to be better

to do better

to man up.

fleeing the foreign legion

blunt force

leaking

tryna lie low

hard with no lilo

and a stomach stitch

in an infinite sandpit

sun-stained

face first, hot grains

drift away

but what’s this

an infinite money glitch

found oil

slick glints like tin foil

a flood

dead dinosaurs out the mud

there will be milkshake

there will be blood

and new net worth

will it ruin everything it touches

like social networks

would it be better to convert

to compressed carbon in the dirt

*smirks*

slate clean

like cultural insensitivities

airbrushed out of disney movies

now the stress

makes more sense

stack cream

before we become memes

“i’m finished.”

from space

to a crawling space

roman debt call to the face

early summer

solo search party

sun-kissed neck slit for 30 denarii

ears ringing

the pain of clinging

a memorial bench

here, time spent

common sense, sucked through an air vent

cucked

hyper head dent

…lagging

dragging

drag on

break glass, if in need of dragon

flame flatten the curve

reset the purge

let it all burn

(worthless worm)

bust cubs out the fur farm with modified firearms

break bad

break bone spurs

atmosphere entry reverb

forfeited contract

final contact

roll with the spinal blows

hope in halogen bulbs

the artificial light of ufos

dear interstellar helper

grazie

gifts of guidance and shelter

in these times of sweltering heat

off the grid

off the map

off the beat

taunted by bruxism

haunted by nightmares of relapse

mind gone

lost pre-lockdown

exacerbated by heckling sounds

an emergency broadcast

antenna bent

a hard fork crypto event

meh

girls

just wanna have fun

i

just wanna have fun too

hope we get fat

get full

before wires solder

to any of you

can’t deal with it again

to tell you the truth

getting too old

to rebound

to improve

to make a move

got hatred for humanity

like tupac in juice

like killa cam in paid in full

can’t catch feelings

can’t catch…

can’t catch mew.

nah baby

get lost

ain’t got nothing

i want

call me hollow

so what

married to money

deadeyes

deadheart

deathstream

don’t support

usury

got a problem

for copies

of a copy

of a dead monarch

married to money

if i did a documentary

on you

you’d be a fly

fighting to move

stuck with other flies

on a strip of glue

screaming about the ‘truth’

while your legs pop loose

1 for the dollars

2 for my pups

everything else

middle finger up

take a running jump

married to money

interactions turned fractions

traded human places

for polymer faces

for polymer cuts

stack it up

stack it up

stuff the mattress

pack the attic

covered in cash

lost every bond i never had

securing the bag

too much to carry

amor fati

bundles of fetti

run through racks

like tracks

out your feelings

out your head

out the red

for the bread

for the bands

until death

married to money

stone in focus

on repeat

letting go

of what might have been

chapters

paragraphs

worm paths in a cenotaph

foot soldiers

through trinkets

through trash

parisian protest bin bags

& tear gas

to the pinpricked falcon hood

can almost taste the truth

through the hole-punched roof

lightsaber in an echo chamber

the eraser

consumed

laser pen vs. balloon

aka the process

aka a story of sliced knees

aka therapy for muscular dystrophy

the ballad of entropy

run to thunder

face the tundra

make peace with transitory beauty

fall to the burning floor

raise open palms

pray for sudan

white noise in the void

throttle losses blue

bury them in a field

firebomb bridges

cut veins

two fingers up

blood as war paint

everything is fucked

aka everything is ok

watch red flow from the ego

watch plasma congeal

is there globes in haemoglobin

or game theory

or api queries

false flags turn scab shields

aka tombstones on heels

practice patience

one step at a time

one action at a time

exiled

but

everything else in front

buckshot wounds like candy runts

leaking hours

leaking months

until time is up

drone in the hex of a honeycomb

fabricate limitations

low vibration imitation of an inpatient

ai

simulation

or a demigod magic isopod

each minute

gostra on a gunship

aka no country for docile men

a coin flip

call it

“do you have any idea… how crazy you are”

come so far

from sega mega drive

lion king days

couldn’t beat scar

call it.

Samaras

The winged seeds of maple trees

Break free

Spin down

To the floor

Past the Scarface blimp

‘THE WORLD IS YOURS’

Some become Seneca

Some sketch an exfil

With a pencil

Or alcohol

And Advil

Some spend 45 years compressed

At a desk

Spine=Slinky

Slave to the Outlook diary

Slave to the salary

Another casualty in the dead-eye gallery

Crushed by variable rate rape

Never germinate

The attrition of tradition

Turns good seeds bad

Food for mushrooms

Food for feeds

Food for zombies

Oh, pretty please, FATHER TREE

All my beautiful dreams became ‘coulda/woulda/shoulda beens’

Became WASTED! GTA5 scenes

On the Truman screen

Be that as it may

The fact remains

There are 2 universal truths for all helicopter seeds:

1: They fly

2: They fall.