Unstatic

Drifting on and on Like a piece of Sorely missed cloth Forgotten in a Desert of unstatic mud This is my state An ever – present state An unstatic reality For me. Unstatic Not in presence But unstatic in degree So I stay soiled and Drifting, remember Unwhole and missed. A lost piece of Precious […]

Unstatic

Drifting on and on Like a piece of Sorely missed cloth Forgotten in a Desert of unstatic mud This is my state An ever – present state An unstatic reality For me. Unstatic Not in presence But unstatic in degree So I stay soiled and Drifting, remember Unwhole and missed. A lost piece of Precious […]

This is not poetry I

“It is mastery over that which is mechanical and superficially non-aesthetic that creates the artist. It is the manipulation of this artistry to mock the self sublimely that makes the master artist. The former is purely a product of the scientific but the latter is consciously vague and ambiguous.” Coker Olúwatimilẹhin

Mimicking bliss

In my hands I held the law Procured with all The silver All the brass, The brass up top I handed it To the calm, Docile populace Who received it With such joyous Distortion as there is. As there could ever be

Arson of the alarmist

An horde Of artificial people Staring back at me Calling for the blood to cease Flow in my veins And that the breathe should Stop powering my lungs – my metal lungs. I lunge with my legs Steely and heavy clinging To the railings at the border One leg with death The other with preservation […]