Category: flesh machine

  • Like Thoughtful Meat

    Where is spring? Sunset holds the breath, Where are days watching light orbit earth? Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak. . Positivity clawing  from  black, An impossibility it’s true, Remaining powerless, Like thoughtful meat.  

  • Inside the Human Body

    Lately, starting around late September i have began to see and listen to the inside of my body. Imagine the kidneys pumping piss, my heart beating, pushing the blood and my brain resembling cottage cheese in a bloody gravy. Like brain masala served in Mumbai but mine alive. My lungs inhaling smoke, black and sticky like peas.…