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…
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…
House In The Sky A Short Poem By Mason Cult
House in the sky nowhere to go the doors are open but looking down is forever insecure and rootless, an orphan in the sky i didnt buy this time it…