storm and wane

if i jaywalked
would you wax lyric and pornographic?

you never stop writing even when you’re not writing

another temporary stop gap measure to appease blank pages

open carry intelligence instead of caterwauling

the metonymic curve of your indiscriminate hip

torpor to tumult:

/

17 years and 2,494 dim mornings / repressed memories in red velvet capes / the rise and fall of unburied fictions / jactitation down by the river / they come back for blood and betrayal / a steady resurgence of diminished people / myopic they come back / astounding / anonymous / apple-polishing the master’s recordings . . .

/

if i jaywalked
would you verily storm and wane?

What I’m Reading:

“But wherever I went I did not find people but caricatures of people who insisted on being taken seriously as people.

Perhaps I was on the wrong planet.

In the wrong skin.”

— Dambudzo Marechera / Black Sunlight