Sep 22, 2024
Cox in the Shorts
Don’t want to see you
suck down words,
repeat yourself
for the thousandth time.
Let’s throw ourselves
into the blades of a harvester;
metaphorically speaking.
You and I both
already jumped
into a galaxy once.
Mark 2024
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Cox in the Shorts
Don’t want to see you
suck down words,
repeat yourself
for the thousandth time.
Let’s throw ourselves
into the blades of a harvester;
metaphorically speaking.
You and I both
already jumped
into a galaxy once.
Mark 2024
The situation
Buried
under rotting leaves
a thousand miles deep.
Maybe
she will find me here
breathing in this heap.
Because I whisper melody,
because I set down dreams,
because I set the world alight,
only in my mind.
Buried
under written words
giga terabytes.
Maybe
she will find me here
dying without light.
Mark 2024
Dins Keep
What is goodness?
What is War and Peace?
Who didn’t think frankly,
of what remains to speak?
Albert stayed a child
when he chased it,
yet Edgar was in tears
when he faced it.
Charm and adventure,
purity too;
it’s in diversity,
is it in you?
Mark 2024
Some wonder
Never did and
never wanted to;
genuinely.
But could it be
buried so deep?
Mark 2024
Splintered
Remembered briefly that feeling;
that bee-stung helplessness,
that… what was it?
Exhilarating expectation,
almost like a certainty;
time waiting to collide with a gyroscope.
Hallucinated everything,
but never learned how to build it.
Died of exposure.
Mark 2024
Underneath the stars again
Spirits
found profit in a pulverised
message wastrel.
Avanti, alarming -
astonished.
Breakthroughs.
Melody cascaded,
drenched in beauty;
alacrity
suspended essence of nightmare
distance crisis of melancholia.
Whispered
bridges out to paradise;
concentric fractal divinity.
Why do you cry?
Answer me.
It’s not enough to scream.
Mark 2024
Me and My Argonauts
Now my little
Daruma has two eyes.
Such an uncertain victory.
Such a climax afterpoint.
Nothing but a B thing. Ha.
Apoplectically soporific
in my dulled nonentity tonight.
Oh
etcetera excelsior;
name your ship
the Senescence of Celestial Beauty
or some shit,
and bask in wavelengths.
Striding our way along
a cataclysm edge point;
but trust not,
your sighing
hums it’s way to heaven;
that’s the last stop?
Mark 2024
Entropy rot
Signed it,
watching a thousand ideas
slip on vapour trails
flat-planing onto a disinformation superhighway;
stopped myself from mansplaining,
not really my place and
not my time.
Their time.
My mind.
Signed it.
Mark 2024