Dance 2 Noise 005 (a poem)

Written while listening to a Japanese artist’s cover of Culture Club’s ‘Miss Me Blind’ on a rainy, slightly blustery evening… Odd sounds come from the brown boxes connected to the silver box connected to the black box containing the spinning aluminum disc full of cover songs spit across its surface in tiny pits too small for [...]

There is no way to interrupt the process once it has begun (a poem)

Had trouble sleeping at first last night, so I tried writing a few things… Spinning squares send spiky spirals splashing across the factory floor but the machinery doesn’t stop Though I escape by roundabout means and random dodges I can still feel the shredded layers of skin about my mouth and face It heals quickly [...]