My body is sew together

Decomposing parts

Old school leather

My hands shaky

With stitches side open wounds

When one closes

More seemed to cocoon

I feel an itch

inches under

Like moths fluttering

Lava and thunder

my veins are made of honeycomb

I think there’s an insect in my body

It doesn’t belong

It’s buzzes lobby over thought

And you can tie me

Wind me back together

But I’m still broken

...

Front Lines

Explorers export and distort

Their finding don’t co-depended with the

court

Their wrapped in plastic

Deported,

saved and sealed for the mass

Culture stretching wide and slow like 

molasses 

Fog fills the glasses

Its rain is an acid 

See how half assed

this system is

As it pumps us full of carbon 

and lithium

Empting us out 

until you can’t tastes the bankruptcies 

And its hint of morc...

To begin

We must start

By contrast stirring in the unsettling

Unsolicited wayside of our universe

We must try and convince

ourselves

What can barley fit in its self

can fit in our palms

Cradle were love refuses to fester

is be tamed by what is beastly

The world, so big

Reduced to rain spillage

Feet trigger by the byproduct

Which existing enables us to trail behind

To littler

Is to reach th...