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people who are drowning don’t look like they are drowning   looking back i wish you’d given me things to relive my suffering   i can’t afford anything anymore but to drown in debt is a privilege   …your faggotry was more expensive than expected   when i am sad i shop and i shop […]

Let the end times roll…

#1   Can’t remember She always said, as if willing it to be true There was a leak in the ceiling and the floral wallpaper soaked everything up turning it black A crack formed there In memoriam of a time when she still looked up Years ago a young girl told me “There was blood […]

Digital Feelings and the Last Say

  i need to say something i need to say something i need to say something       i need to say something     words lips hopes bloodied     i dreamt about another world last night wrapped up in my covers a deja vu consciously not here not here not now   […]

Your name poem

Are poets allowed to use a thesaurus? The headlines are amiss and congested with private profiles. Resist asking ehow why the interior design is incomplete and Google your name She is a diamond jewler There is more than grief here Our fingers swipe mass graves Reblog Your time is up. Calming distraction knows no comfort […]

poetry will not save us

It doesn’t surprise me I scroll past you Over and over Scanning for inconsistencies       I’m not even sure if you can see me If I am blocked If we have been replaced by avatars You don’t even Like my politics   Maybe this is why I feel so alone? My wrist throbs My […]

i need to feel endless in both directions

i need to feel endless in both directions The stand in holds the ground where something is missing.  In the digital, neoliberal world, everything can replace everything, and everything must be replaced. But every shift, every drift away also announces a fracturing, a trauma. Witness, watching, seeing and being seen are redefined as capital in […]

The bastard lovechild of Thomas Hirschhorn and Tracey Emin

    Over the past year I created an extensive number of digital collages that I am transforming into a large-scale installation entitled Insanely Great; The bastard lovechild of Thomas Hirschhorn and Tracey Emin. Presently, this project consists of a ten-foot high, thirty-foot long wall constructed from sheet cardboard and colourful duct tape, that is […]