Orwell 2050…
Human registration plates, hardcore DNA, chipped. Shuffled. Decanted, devoured. Dispersed, to dissolve destroyed microchips in the mortuary, rattling, in a kidney dish, it is 2050. Total accountability is the name…
Atom Bomb In A Peanut
Atom bomb in a peanut ready to burst into the world, the world in a rotating bowl of nuts, in hard shells, link lines to destruction. Human chains of indifference…
New For Old
Polishing dead fathers shoes then trying to wear them obviously not a good fit, the premature passing of father meant I hadn’t grown enough to replace him on earth there…
In The Autum
I only believe in the wind, about in the cold night air, how it passes and flutes and whistles through a million gaps and slithers of light, like pages in…
Cults & Capers…
The cults and capers they’re always in the papers, the cults are coming you cannot stop them, signs and signal traffic lights before destruction. The master of ceremonies is definitely…