There is no future
without our feet dancing it into being
hips slide and a universe arises
spiraling through
leaving a trail of glory
There is no future
times slinks animal-like
no thicker than skin
a thread stretching between us
There is no future
be glad there was never a future
only freedom
coldly inexhaustible
a stone in the palm of your hand
begging to be thrown
(2022)
and it was shoving me onwards
blindly I went
with my head covered
signs lined the road
the look of the letters
like bullet holes in tin
the untended fields are green
bees swarm the fallen fruit
drunk on rot
liquid vines of snakes curve along the hedgerows
this is not the tale I meant to tell
I cannot tell it otherwise
this is how they all begin
with the road and the fields
with rot and green
with drunken honey
(2022)
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