-s’s.
pre-cognitive poetry
takes place without me knowing
and as soon as any old day goes by
I sit beside a pond
inside my head psychic grip then
releases me back into the world again
-s’s.
-s’s.
saturated acid oscillations
falling down and stumbling around
down spiral steps
a rising swarm
metric distortions
white noise whispers
ice skate stepping
outdoor silk and indoor rain
inside outside
down is up
it's all ok alright ok
sit down and breathe
do I look like summer to you?
do I look like something to prove?
I don’t look like summer anymore
I fell,
you score
-s’s.
i have nothing to talk about
Nothing to say’s so important that it’ll keep the world running
like an HVAC whirring and compressing
Like motors like steel like the factory of fame and dreams
on planet Mercury
in the clouds
through this message I hope that the show keeps on going
help me up the stairs, but
there’s no sky that’s worth living in
-s’s.
-s's.
Oct 2023
is there a word for the world that’s better, and takes it higher? I can’t cry anything for you now, not even fire
-s's.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines
And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles
and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart
from all that's good and plenty?
I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines
but why?
It's for nothing.
-s's.