Isn’t that oneness implacable?
Aren’t the boundaries integral?
It’s not wrong – just not that practical – cos resistance is central
and down here in the pit
besplattered infinite potential
doesn’t really give me peace
to quell the chat just stills my pencil
much as it mulch me I must move multiplicitly
mouth make moist
spray voice
full to brim
It seems even if it’s a choice
veil of woe is me
I can’t buy sterility cultishly
Plenty problem with uncertainty certainly
Many of them probably due to me personally
All my concerns could be cured with a cursory
Self ain’t real and it’s all just the surface tea
You know
Naam Myoho Renge Kyo
But yo
My yard still ramshackle
Man still poor
Hand still sore
Mind still delicate
Head can’t get up cos the shit comes break a neck
Wreck a reckoning
No help is coming
So I can retreat to the space stay shut in
Release the ceaseless things that try butt in
prana and humming and I’ve still done nothing
how you meant to manage if you don’t detangle
if dissipation is the only angle
no indication what’s best to handle
just vibes based random notions of demand
that bear no explicable relation to the famble
there’s nowt grand for mans who don’t plan, understand?
How you have detachment with a kid? You dig?
You might release your image of yourself – you think she did?
You can make your peace with what is – and that’s big
but you can’t ujai away the dishstacked sink
presence ain’t birthday presents or events
flow don’t slow just grows incessant
I can count my blessings but she count evidence
living in the now sets an awful precedent
for torpor and more to the point my wife
deserves names and things and plans in her life

Blinded by the silence
I didn’t wanna write once
still can’t find the right ones
signs of absent mindness
by and by the time comes
stymied by environs
fiery den of diamonds
climbing nigh on crisis
I might divisively buy my spices
I might derisively spike your prices
sky high by piracy on the night shift
why buy ai hype unless you’re far right?
I write decisively and the nicest
what I precisely mean; durst you try twist
Besides surprisingly rhymes are timeless
meantimes it might seem the facts’ll find us
in the shitest timeline
we rupture pipelines
we cup the balls of the boer in guyline
whose wotsit could drone strike your birthright bloodline
just cos a white didn’t write the guidelines –
is it sign of the motherfucking times?
Does it jibe?
Do you mind if they all fucking die?
Will you cry?
Will you lie to your kids and say you really tried
when you fully gully shook to even say it online?
This is pure genocide
pure raw and malign
but it’s hate to love the other or say “free palestine”
I don’t know your mind, I know mine,
and I know I never lived through an eviller crime
It transcends sin when you glorify violence you irredeemable colonisers
I want no end times but christ alive he might need to rise just to smite the zionists
Just fash or nihilists and willful blindness
no human ever sired is a virus
Boycott divest
deny the niceness to the general privates and the data scientists
Defy the silence
destroy the firms that finance the violence,
expose their vices,
let them fear the sirens for dirty stipends
And as for the spineless high men of the island
– find them, chime them through the air and wiring
till there’s no place for snide rejoinders or their hiding.
These wicked sleep good and tight every night.
No rest no peace till they do what’s right!