oblivion, August 9, 2018, 16:07:33 – 16:09:13

mantra with variations resounds from the screens.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
thought is sacred.
 
the big winners have been man’s companions.
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
as if something were already possible.
 
the magpie torments the cat for fun.
the morning is plain and simple, almost normal global.
once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.once war came its beginnings were irrelevant.
 

oblivion, August 9, 2018, 14:36:15 – 14:38:10

the farmer chews his lip on his way to supper.
man is infinitely smaller than himself.
the lie allows for a different view of the world.
 
the hand can be used as a cup.
wherever i look i’m surrounded by your embrace.
shouldn’t you be at work?
 
we don’t understand ducks.
the spider’s web glistens like the down on a branch in the sun.

oblivion, August 9, 2018, 13:40:06 – 13:42:13

muscular aches and pains are not the worst of pains.
a flying snake.
only stand and listen to humanity’s great unvoiced.
 
keen for more cool.
the ghosts are breathing our air.
think again!
 
thought is sacred.
with best wishes
when the rain turns to laughter.
 
the bounds of futility’s grounds run down the hillside.

confrontation, August 9, 2018, 13:04:31 – 13:08:09

oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.oh, it makes no sense, say the young, while the world shrinks.
oh, he who waits anticipates memories of soon.
(try a bit harder for your own sake, no one else cares).
 
oh, my nose pricks at the mere mention of the word lines.
only boring people have fun.
ah, there might be more to it.
 

happenstance, August 8, 2018, 16:28:20 – 16:30:16

in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in the stillness.
a flying snake.
and so we need your help.
 
if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?
in the desert under the roof of the country.
cheers, and here’s to you, my dear.
 
the ice melts over children’s hands.

confrontation, August 8, 2018, 15:13:18 – 15:14:37

oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.oh, to play musical chairs around the grown-ups’ table.
to infect sentences allergic to one another.
oh, this is the year people are discussing round the dinner table again, 2018?
 
oh, sorry, that’s the bell, gotta go.oh, sorry, that’s the bell, gotta go.
oh, he who waits – is it you? – anticipates memories of soon.

happenstance, August 8, 2018, 15:10:36 – 15:12:50

a flying snake.
and it’s my fault, so this apology is free.
in the end you’re suspended.in the end you’re suspended.
 
making their observations from the windows.making their observations from the windows.
are you ready for a test?
in this country people are too rich for change.
 
everything must be entered in the human race.
to be chased by wild boar on a souped-up moped.

oblivion, August 8, 2018, 14:21:21 – 14:24:18

raise the focus slightly.
silence, what’s that?
could your dad not get the message and go?
 
so like a child, demonstratively slamming doors.
shifting voices blow by and into the stillness.
the twilight takes a few minutes, smoking out meaning.
 
people with foot and mouth.
dream falsely of life and die in confusion.
*this file represents the writer’s own interpretation*.
 

confrontation, August 8, 2018, 12:36:50 – 12:40:24

oh, the above is both prayer and command.
*the song transcribed by ear*.
nb.
 
inside an imaginary hedge.
the dental fence must be maintained.
inner emigration to an inner circle of simmering red pears.
 
voltarol helps relieve muscle pain.
in the gloaming the trees lead the way, in the sighing, in silence.
expression: creation’s still to blame.
 

happenstance, August 7, 2018, 17:13:17 – 17:15:26

everything becomes impossible if you are to realize your doubt.
no sign that anyone’s here.
even things that don’t exist can prove profitable.
 
tomorrow and tomorrow, tomorrow.
are you you or are you i?
and then you simply step out into the street in historically unique fashion; nonchalantly.
 
only boring people have fun.
oh, these words are not useless, they ought to be used.