tarpitch of night.
something is outside
of the house.

I heard it long
before it arrived.

another life
another body
another me.

in daylight
stepping outside
there is pleasurepain of
the quick contraction
of pupils constricting
in daytime.

myself a vortex,
only seen at night.
to know there’d be
no future agony
in a face arranged by light.


give myself
the thing
I can’t see.
tears in the rain!
tremolo of need;
like someday all
melody and measures
could be heard
more easily.

Finished Gulliver’s Travels and this in particular stood out to me and felt prescient to the personal project I’ve been working on.


“I could perhaps like others have astonished you with strange improbable tales; but I rather chose to relate plain matter of fact in the simplest manner and style; because my principal design was to inform you, and not to amuse you.”

The worst piece of advice I got from someone who should’ve known better was “Just be yourself.” As if I could be anything else.

if you don’t get it right
in this timeline
a spell is bound
to repeat.

Chimes by air
over land.
Divining rod raised
finding the prayer.
Riding on
swinging flail
gaily murmuring
a carnyx song.

para llax
reti cent
half life
over ride
hard luck
play dead
devo tion
plea sure
anoi nted
simu late