Scission

Whats more important
The door hinge on coffin
Or plastic mugs with platitudes
Maybe its the people who make you things
And the things that can make more of themselves

Whats more important
Glazed ports made to never open
Automated birthday wishes past expiry
The frame around the shadow of photographs
That will end up choking a sea creature after us

Whats more important
Abstraction of our lives through fiction
Loans whose repayment will outlive what its for
Steel utensils that you’ve had since your childhood
The covenant of death which glues marriage vows together

Whats more important
Than family forming out of duty
Fertile dirt clogging shuttered windows
Hatred percolating from burden of performativity
Demands of hagiographic remembrance as all loses import

Another pile

The homes you give me, incomes dispose dispositions positively
Dead pixels show coal, barrels roll to shift trash swiftly
From one container to another, find a way for plastic to smother
Dive in two bedroom dumpster, those who produce it seldom suffer
Biodegradable? Mobile dirigible heading where high hopes incapable
Regard self irreplaceable, no water potable, blame generational
Oil spill on pacific trash heap, upkeep cost should finance cheap
Fund for more flash sweeps, step up the cash steeps, above smog-ash-acid leap
Effects outlast line of product, compost composite pleather wallet

Context

Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill
Picture me, wet tip quill, crying over ink spilt
Split the bill, writer unskilled, still pages to fill
Bank notes nil, wilted will, drafts from own images shill

The outlines are stenciled, drop your pencils
Sense ill, no dose of penicillin gentle
Sentences pretend to bend into themes central
Potential mental, perceived expertise purely coincidental

Herd

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
For sake of those slow on uptake
The skies wonder who to forsake
Of us and them best plans lay
Firm on clay, fillet the play

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
Who can say if it is night or day?
Manholes to sinkholes, stardust repatriates
Is this one worse than past earthquakes?
Eyes glaze ablaze, all that glitters now opaque

I hear it, whether I’m dead or awake
None will be ever led astray
Just follow the rats into vats of decay
No vision, contrition, legions of lesions on display
I bear it, tethered, I’m read what they spake

New coat

Proposition shitty, bits prospector got to spit on those who live in city
Bugle of progress, watchdogs sniff bomb threats, legalize sale of kidneys
Panopticon with new conventions, sang all the songs with no intention, duplicitous ditty
No skin off your back, my kin stock all slack, filial fealty subcommittee
New peel off face mask, spew reels of taped grafts, deforested austerity