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.