For years we have been told that we do not belong, 
that we should shift out without complaint while others 
are shifted in to take our place. When the peculiarities of 
community and place are swept away by the tides of capital,
all that’s left is a globalised shopping culture, in which we engage 
with glazed passivity. Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chainstores.

the chance to see one last sunrise

the chance to see one last sunrise:

he stood, silent
burning,
burning,
burning,
waiting,
waiting, for his lover
where was she?
why wasn't she here yet?
he was on fire
clouded vision
last chance
to see
one last sunrise
before his vision
blurred
forever

s.a.d

nothing decorated, sealed, covered

nothing revolted, concealed, hid in the corner

eyes naked to the world

being wiped for the first time

awake

cooed by shades of yellow and orange 

distant from the blinds

in the house
and

far from what was left in the closet

to rot
for so long

W.E.

one more tear
and the wind will rip us away

one more year
and there will be nothing left to say

one more tide
and well lose our confidence in the sea

one more gone
and there won't be any WE.