a poem

flow wind flow

ah, an air conditioned cyclone

the current turns pikes
round here the river stays in beds for days

the living by dictum maxims

to kill in the name of country, this is what I consider to be grand anti patriotism to being human
to kill in the name of God, this is what I consider to be grand heresy to being human
to kill in the name of cause, this is what I consider to be grand treachery against the cause of being human

not unentirely unconnected further reading (as it were);
water

cities

of course, there was a time when going to the other side of the world meant something
nowadays it's as easy as switching on a light
just a plane journey
it doesn't even cost all that much
not really all that much
what does money even mean anyways?
she says to the boy with a bird's name sitting at the other side of the table

you do have to go through customs
says the boy with a bird's name to the bird sitting on the other side of the table
who's feeling blue
wearing blue

and the chef screws a lightbulb into a lamp in the kitchen
and it shines
as easy as Genesis, 1:3

the silent movie star's autobiography

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Kingsland Rd. / Me

young men with moustaches older than they are walk lilliputian terriors up and down the East End of Eden. Donnegal Danny crawls out the Wishing Well, rather wet at 11a.m. single mothers chastise their children for inevitably turning into the monsters that they are turning them into.. the Earth continues to spin its day's work, as the moon spins and I wonder whether the whole universe too is spinning, almost convinced it must be.

and that's the spin I'm in