when it comes to the bits inside
my exposure setting is either broken –
or it has died

Tactile Glass there is no happiness in windows of tactile glass especially when – all of your views travel by … More

i look inwards
and try not to personalise
i dab,
the sawdust from my eyes

maybe that is the lesson –
that trauma has taught
the ball of poison personality has caught

arms extend –
like cranes of love
catch my falling star
it’s metallic to the touch

we have split people –
into groups
and categories
and assigned each a value

of course,
a level playing field
a solid foundation
we must build

all the things –
i never thought i would be
and i’ve broken moral codes
like matchsticks under pressure