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decisions decisions 

disrupting commodification is a cliff edge

always half a step behind

out of time

and in the wrong uniform

reborn with every betrayal

bouncing back

never pausing for breath

 

#80

a lean year for the poets

saving it up for the pouring out

later

when we have the room

when we reclaim clarity

later

for now we are watching

waiting for the emergence

 

pandemic (haiku)

shrouded for safety

mouths hidden and eyes on show

connecting again

new day/dreams

you don't have to pick up the pieces

you can sweep it all into the gutter

and walk away

en-dee

square peg black sheep oddball eccentric

resisting the fixing

the twisting

the turning into another

palatable smooth same same never different

rejecting the seduction

of acceptableness

 

witchhunt

what did we ever do to you?

you were too heavy to cling to our coattails

too loud to hide beneath our skirts

too scared for solitude

cut loose and treading water

what did you expect from us?

you sullied us with scarlet letters

wasted our witchery like wine

slipped a joker into the deck

darkened every dawn

demanding that we sink

 

out of step

held to the bitumen

by the flimsy gravity

of false sanity and still

avoiding cracks in the pavement

train tracks keening with her memory

too cold and too hot and forever sticky

with effluvia

she calls she calls she calls

earwig intonations burrowing patiently 

towards the sick heart at my core

inclinations

yes i did

call the cops on him

yes i did

get them to drive me from his place to the station

yes i did

follow through on my plan of action

yes i did

step away from the discourse and exhale

no i won't 

listen to your lies now 

no i won't

stick around and play pretend

no i won't 

carry your narrative around my neck

no i won't 

be reduced to hysteria

by you and your team of trouble