Month: October 2022

a foot drowns in a puddle silly me

night waves crawl to shore towards the fires

soft the bonfire glow on our skin fall

imagine a world where every sentence every word every possible combination of syntax punctuation or syllable written or spoken is policed by the grammar nazis a world where you could be hunted and herded into grim gulags for speaking or writing in the wrong tense interrogated and tortured and made to write rewrite lines and lines of proper sentences and forced to enunciate every word behind barbed wire fences a world where life and death hangs on a very thin thread pulled by the inquisitorial reichs who will either have you walking a converted and corrected puppet or laid to rest in a trench of rebel corpses a world where resist or die is quite literally in the words you choose to say

pier snail berths the morning sun

follows us through the wormhole autumn rain

dark before dawn the rain cools the scorched bed

mango tree drowns in drizzle and sparrow chatter

night corridor shadows on a witch hunt

sweeps the autumn night under the violet rug