Oct 5, 2025
“here’s a riddle for fellow pens-men—what kind of poet despises their craft? one who’s ashamed of why they decided to humor it once. run out of half-meaningful matters to yowl about? tough luck. if domestic days and hectic nights make you look like a giddy coke-head from that side of the bus, then you’re back on the road to enlightenment. remember that salvation is a radicalist concept, and nobody is immune to propaganda. ripping the dead ends of fried hair strands from a buzzing scalp, hear that god awful sound bubble up in your throat, the thick gurgle of copper shaking forced silence.”
—s.k.