A pawned phone - precipice

Lank haired washed rat, gap tooth from crack
Scrubbed with a profile for camera on a smile
Trained in the degraded since numbered grades
Fire unfaded through a life afraid. She was escorted
In car, with a leer, had learned the biggest cause of rape
Was women saying no, after bent police let her know
So now, bankless, broke after the hospital scenario
With cauterised grief, her arm with the knife
Her last go to a brief, she pawned her phone and left
I didn't ask for interest, she didn't take it back
While it was there, I opened it, deleted two apps
Basic daydreams, endless nightmare.

Too different people - Precipice

I guess I was one of those
Too different people
Perhaps misunderstood, octopolarised
This must be an advert
So buy this
The doctor told me
Buy that.
Energy company with unbalanced entries
Bad books
Blockchain has not explained the use
Of the underlying equation.

This overlying siutation
When do we reach understanding
Get over lying, denying
I do wonder why I think of
Boticelli, not quite
Boccatoni, refresh
Ballotelli, oh, it's him again
Bernoulli

"OK, What is the question?"
                        Gertrude Stein

Where does the noise settle
Where are the sediments sifted
Where the seives of these waves
Where is light measured?

What is the use of the bath water
When the washed baby treasured
Is carried, swaddled from the tub
Where do these drains empty
What has found ways to grow there
These places
This places
Displacement of present thought
With simple strings and violins

Say that again?
Viologens.

Storm Crow - precipice

Listen Storm Crow
How come you come calling
Claiming that you know
A yellow gleam in your eye
Like you knew long ago
Why the people all will lie
For power's overthrow.

They turn your tides like wash
Warning words for ungrown souls
What story is it tea leaves push
What leaves you so unbold?

Storm Crow
How is it you claim you know?
"I read it on the internet
It started long ago"

Now Morris dancing has spread
From the Isle of Mann across the globe
Like the infections in our hands
Visual cortex, Occipital lobe.

Storm Crow
Stand to attention. Pay
Attention
This is the currency that bears the interest
As your whole murder know.

Born Sapien - precipice

I was born Sapien
In the erstwhile, the yesterdays of legend
In tales of men
When there was romance, embrace and privacy
Now I walk cold streets
With an EEG driven voice that says it loves me
Without semantics nor understanding
Like abuse
Every face I pass is pressed
Confusion and anxious sorrow
Their eyes clouded where once were clear
Before the virus came here.

So if I were tell you
Of days when dreams were not
A data-brokers fuel
When love was not performative
When friends were calm and cool
Could you understand?
Are you there to read
I once loved with joyous heart
That now but weeps and bleeds.

This Zuckerberg psycopathy
TikTok time and drain
These people piled gold in greed
Rechoiced in smithing chains.

Remedial intermediate - precipice

My balance isn't meant for this
Exemplary
Is not me so perfectly
I see the dance
Like spinning tops upon the sea
Ever curious
Epicurius and remedial intermediate
Of the path to modesty.

What is masked

The enforced sublimation in voice
And what thought is masked
Thinking of a voice, not an art or a choice
Where was once baseless fantasy is phantasm
In the chasm hidden, deep crevace
Below our consciousness, runs what, watt, what
And what thought is masked in thinking
About my thinking changing
Into a louder less efficient string?
The certain impossibilities. And what shapes
Are made by the tracks, reaction, firing
At the same time, the same thought
In different synapses. What is this?
For all this time elapsed perhaps everyone
Has had this thought mapped and remapped
Into circles so confusing they sit like
Their own slowly sedimenting labyrynth.
What of days gone, and those hence?