Allô ! sacrement.

C’est long.
Un tunnel de fille.
Pense-y. Ça prend du temps.

Pense loin.
Je ne cherche pas.
C’est le mal vu qui se montre à moi.

Le silence.
Pourquoi pas ?
Mais l’écriture de la faute se fait sans dire un mot.

Je veux écrire Simon Charles.
Mais j’attends.
Je ris.
Elle n’a pas vu l’erreur que tu est.

Labels: “Do I dare?”, echo, jargon, must i say what this is, there is no ship like championship

Touch me

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Labels: artform, experiment, turn me on, visuals

These are the days of no rest.
When nights leave me scribbling in bed until my head drops.
Ink stains all over. Ink brains.
No sleep til blank page.

You shouldn't keep track of time darling.
Don't look at his face at all.

Labels: art, film, video

All mouthed off?

Times are bad when you can't lift a pen to save your life. Whatever you call that pen, guitar, spoon, calculator (gasp!), you want it to do it's magic like that one time you forgot to eat because food was the last thing on your mind when your hunger was being tamed by the light carrying beast. Light inducing beats.

Sometimes, you stay in your igloo and wait for your cage to melt. Sometimes, upon your lap falls Homework, whether you like it or not, leading you down a path that you might not have willingly chosen given the choice.

"Jeopardy, Jackson, always works."

Labels: Homework

in the closet
hidden away
from dust and sun
a fortress
a bottle
choked with answers
like fortunes
stands alone
to negate
heavy metal words
never torn
maybe true
breath to catch
from golden mouth
scar to salt
groundbreaking
in case of doubt

Labels: artform, echo, shoot

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