Dyalises 5 old days

 

No craig

No squirrels

No music

Just a whirr of machines hovering over us like darlecs on guard. Their hearts fuelled by our blood lkke clothes in the washer with acid as detergent; tinzaparin sodium for conditioner and though acid for bleach we still do quick washes on Saturday when a tech wants to shoot off home

for this is no paradise for a blue collar. Fuck a sworn oath. Their voices add a sprinkle of indifference to the lifeless stares of patient on patient dragging their deteriorating butts in this endless, timeless, tiresome excruciating abstraction of purgatory processing us like GMOs

cultivating data

stimulating commerce while fate hovers ; like pre written canned laughter

The smuggest horizon predicated with names we speak less and less

Garby

mom

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Hair straight sis

                                    Hair straight sis       A brother can't relate to a sister who’s got her hair straight  trying to tell me I'm a waste man and she's down with the main man who can cast you with a wave of his hand ya nameless grain of sand looking to gain the mane of gravel  on a road preferably travelled    Now you're getting played like acoustics you think you're being aloof in popping a ruse but the truth is that the fool is fooling the fool and if the shoe fits .... your man will go off, lie with some-one he don't know  and not give two shits cause he don’t really know you from a biscuit    Ask your little girl what an afro is She’ll have to look it up on google images and she will never know how her own hair grows  cause you poured acid on your birthright  ...
Read more
Image
  I hate it when strangers look me up and down.   Like  I'm  new in town and they have the right study me in a glance from head to toe like there's something they could possibly know   as if  there's  something anybody knows from an outside glance at the region surrounding the toes    I step on the train    and you eye up my  garms  in non-contestable silent judgement   telling yourself that by hook or by crook  you're  better than me the way that everybody else is better than anybody else  and green eyes are as transparent as their red eyes are opaque Our channels are far too distracted with reality  for this lazy animalism to be compatible with mammal attraction   Judge not lest you be  but you have these condescending expressions' in 'I'm better than you' impressions   when some insignificant stranger   makes itself a momentary feature   by stepping into your psychic spa...
Read more

SO NEAR... SO FAR

Image
SO NEAR The first two weeks without Lucy was so fucking annoying The man lost his composure and was forced to let the boy in and the boy turned every moment into a potential collision because all he saw was Lucy through his new affliction Tunnel Vision and he spat the flipping dummy distinguishing boy from man He didn't have a clue since he never had a plan The fire that he held in his heart for her got hotter and brighter and he exemplified the transition from the lover to the fighter   I suppose peace is for someone else It doesn't seem to occur and neither does back to life as I knew it without her her You see all was well for a fella who fell no further than small walls with clear peripherals but the area of obsession is so thick that you couldn't tap your way through the haze with the blind stick, a sat nav or all the wit I think I have I've tripped into the petrol unpredictability Kicking off at the wind just dissipates my voice and rage makes the blindness worse ...
Read more