Random Stuff

shut the fuck up lil brother
who is it you think you are
pounded flax for their linen
or dust from a fallen star

contradiction seems to follow
the latter triggers pause
but former brings inclusion
surely lightning detests a jar

is she really life accomplished
or just momentary glimpsed
can you truly feel organic
know ye not a clothing chimp

 

i know the view from the window of a train. where you can see over the top of grafitti'd walls, into the back yards of industry and the treasures hidden there.
or yet a mile further on, some natural creature pauses to watch us pass, confident we are safely held in check by the impartial implacability of air conditioned glass

i saw my first vapour dragon when they still belched their own clouds, and grew up when they began sporting brightly colored patterns instead.
saw my home sliced up by flat ribbons of death, without the ladders on the ground they required when they began to be abandoned.

little boxes of ignorance with rubber feet, bright colored too, but not reflecting the lives they carried about and often failed.