is this power

treatise on life in fast forward .
Is this power ? Hand at keys,
stroking out conceptions, images,
imagined worlds

a void left behind

I am here.

how many more fragments
do we have to go(?) to make the
point
?

question mark says, “hey! move over!”
criteria, done.

words, be nimble.

everything rush

, ; . , ; .

everything rush;
blood to fingers,
words to mind,
rhythmic, pulsing goals;
everything rush.

, ; . , ; .

drizzle

slow drizzle fills up the bucket and
flies buzz about hiding, swooping,
delicately skirting water bound doom.

vibrations

vibrations beneath fingers
bring to light new dawn, flourished nods,
rhythmic balance in a foiled context.

by the way.

shut fast

shut fast,
bring free,
shoot distance.

Overdose

Close your eyes and listen to this in a dark room on headphones.

Overdose.

how not to burn bridges

the only way is to not speak.
a word here or there, and crackle, crackle go the wood panels,
leaving you hanging on to a rope for your dear life
like indiana jones or some other daredevil.

just shut up and think ahead,
think of bowls, thinks of books,
think of music, think again,

think again, think again and again,
so on and so forth.

FUCK EM.