lines of discomfort

lines of discomfort

The second son of Mr. NoOne

trapped birdsong cages

engaged in misery for sport

binaural exposition on loss

of sleep and quantum forces

Mt. Musgrave and the Tasman Seas

aboriginal this place, an emotion

of ugly nonchalance

not New Zealand, just the times

unborn crimes bind

aspirations falter on the lips of winter

swipe three times and wish for home

succumb to the pharmaceutical revolution

eschew the common courtesies

important calamities are self-centered

predators at home in the houses of the holy

mediate the trauma of darkness

one, two, three, mark. zero, one, zero

step to the rhythm discordant

one carries more than one can hold

Mr. NoOne doesn’t help to pick up the pieces

dropped along the way

esoteric drivel on the screen before you,

what does it even mean?

the kisses of finality linger, dear.

image courtesy of Funny Signs(Roliga Skyltar)

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