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#vss365 #matters
How much matter could be placed on the head of a pin in the pockets of the angels there enjoying the way strands weave this time into a jumper, a scalf, a rug of floating seaweed, anything not to know what stitch will come next, which way the matter will turn, and will be
How much matter could be placed on the head of a pin in the pockets of the angels there enjoying the way strands weave this time into a jumper, a scalf, a rug of floating seaweed, anything not to know what stitch will come next, which way the matter will turn, and will be
November 30, 2025 at 12:59 AM
#vss365 #reflection
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
November 27, 2025 at 12:48 AM
#vss365 #reflection
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
I found the sun today,
where the horizon should be
a hill or some ocean, burning
clouds to hang a world
not ready to land. Black spots
through those unreal colours
to points without stars, drops
of rain on glass, dancing
around the unseen, where
the sun should be, a plane
#vss365 #achievable
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
November 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM
#vss365 #achievable
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
It is hard to think
of anything that isn't
fire. Minds and mouths
burning the endless
time taken to get
all of this here, now
The breath of beautiful
machinery, the weight
of the sun after mid day
how anything can be
squashed momentarily
into a star: brief &
bright & burning
#vss365 #transport
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
November 16, 2025 at 1:34 AM
#vss365 #transport
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
I dont know where the busses go anymore
now the construction has begun over.
Everything looks unfamiliar except tiredness
and dust on the machines and people
in machines, tearing up the old intetchange,
and an old woman looking, like me, on
for any sign of what will come next
#vss365
How hot does it have to be
for the far dancing things,
dying in the faintest breeze,
like they're trying to stop
the next sun and the next
from rising, so a moment
of mercury fills the glassy
night, and the #arid words
of the things i could be
as clear as stars shining
from a screen past me
How hot does it have to be
for the far dancing things,
dying in the faintest breeze,
like they're trying to stop
the next sun and the next
from rising, so a moment
of mercury fills the glassy
night, and the #arid words
of the things i could be
as clear as stars shining
from a screen past me
October 17, 2025 at 7:57 AM
#vss365 #blur
sliding on to a highspeed train
and a mountain, a thumb
covering so much of the world
it is hard to tell if anything happens
if there is still an opening
cut for the train to move through
or if it crumples into the unseen
part of the screen, where i rest
after flicking away more & more
sliding on to a highspeed train
and a mountain, a thumb
covering so much of the world
it is hard to tell if anything happens
if there is still an opening
cut for the train to move through
or if it crumples into the unseen
part of the screen, where i rest
after flicking away more & more
October 2, 2025 at 3:03 AM
#vss365
like two days ago
a truck
shook windows
towards addresses stuck
on whatever is in the back
and what I'd written
on a pad I've carried
for long enough to forget
where abything on it
could have come from
except i guess me
and a nameless world
that i try to fill with
a #sonorous truck
like two days ago
a truck
shook windows
towards addresses stuck
on whatever is in the back
and what I'd written
on a pad I've carried
for long enough to forget
where abything on it
could have come from
except i guess me
and a nameless world
that i try to fill with
a #sonorous truck
September 27, 2025 at 2:15 AM
#vss365
#perhaps it is not on the other side
of the window, and there is a world
just as it is: posed, as I find a few
words amidst "coming soon" and tomorrow's
hammers, dust, and noise, the holes
in buildings that whoever that man is
sits in front of in the sun, dressed
like he is already there
#perhaps it is not on the other side
of the window, and there is a world
just as it is: posed, as I find a few
words amidst "coming soon" and tomorrow's
hammers, dust, and noise, the holes
in buildings that whoever that man is
sits in front of in the sun, dressed
like he is already there
September 22, 2025 at 1:36 AM
I wish t building behind
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
September 20, 2025 at 12:42 PM
I wish t building behind
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
didn't look so easily crashed
in2 t easiest part of t bay
2 anchor a ship scrubbed
over t seas 2 whatever
this land once was, when
in a few thin black bushstrokes
in a building even further
a painting hangs unsure how 2
show light almost everywhere
but a few unsure people
#vss365 #extrusion
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
September 20, 2025 at 3:12 AM
#vss365 #extrusion
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
As if the car ahead pulls
the leaves with it, a world
dumped anywhere it stops,
the brittle leaves falling
as the engine settles silent
and a breath pulls us behind
out the open doors to stand
on earth that could be anywhere
if always for a moment of peace
#vss365 #bionic
Like you have to open
a chest to find how it works
the thing that turns the world
to machine - bone to steel
smoking myth of a horizon
obscured by a breath
beating shores to the erosion
of wars and the promise
of the openness of death
in an otherwise fertile field
of machined words
Like you have to open
a chest to find how it works
the thing that turns the world
to machine - bone to steel
smoking myth of a horizon
obscured by a breath
beating shores to the erosion
of wars and the promise
of the openness of death
in an otherwise fertile field
of machined words
August 19, 2025 at 4:40 AM
#vss365 #pixie
And it flew in on the dust
of what used to be my mother
the magic of the world
fed to me by spoonfulls
by herself, the milk & perfume
of everything i couldn't
understand yet flown dust by what
i hoped was more than just a flicker
of caught passing car light
in the quiet city
And it flew in on the dust
of what used to be my mother
the magic of the world
fed to me by spoonfulls
by herself, the milk & perfume
of everything i couldn't
understand yet flown dust by what
i hoped was more than just a flicker
of caught passing car light
in the quiet city
August 16, 2025 at 1:52 AM
#vss365 #elm
On the way home
this time of year
I walk into the sun
& find a man & fire
dim leaves flickering
through the light, the air
is filled with cars, & I
ask "can you repeat that?"
to a fired engine, flit birds
& his lost words, & the light
bringing us all together
to a moment held still
On the way home
this time of year
I walk into the sun
& find a man & fire
dim leaves flickering
through the light, the air
is filled with cars, & I
ask "can you repeat that?"
to a fired engine, flit birds
& his lost words, & the light
bringing us all together
to a moment held still
July 31, 2025 at 2:59 AM
#vss365
#enigma
I pick this thing up
like there'll be a hole
in the table where it lay
and what could be holding
it up now that it's in my hands
as if a table isn't used to holding
everything easily, was built
before to expect words,
stop them from rolling away
each time a hole opens in the world
#enigma
I pick this thing up
like there'll be a hole
in the table where it lay
and what could be holding
it up now that it's in my hands
as if a table isn't used to holding
everything easily, was built
before to expect words,
stop them from rolling away
each time a hole opens in the world
June 25, 2025 at 3:08 AM
#vss365 #liminal
Like you could chase sunset
any other way but up & away
from the evening streets in an elevator
stopping at occasional floors
to see what people are doing
when they realise the sun is going
away, how they hold paper & shield
screens with their hands, as you fly
away from the earth
Like you could chase sunset
any other way but up & away
from the evening streets in an elevator
stopping at occasional floors
to see what people are doing
when they realise the sun is going
away, how they hold paper & shield
screens with their hands, as you fly
away from the earth
June 22, 2025 at 1:41 AM
#vss365 #scrape
like a word pulled backwards
a hand looking for the start
of a time when it all makes sense
these disparate sounds taken from their indifference
by a person on stage calling themselves
dj, scraping through history
each carfully selected record
full of carefully selected recordings
like a word pulled backwards
a hand looking for the start
of a time when it all makes sense
these disparate sounds taken from their indifference
by a person on stage calling themselves
dj, scraping through history
each carfully selected record
full of carefully selected recordings
June 12, 2025 at 4:34 AM
#vss365 #defense
There is a little too much
light today, the floors
are a little too clean,
there is too much of the world
shining under my feet
like it would prefer to be
marble, separated, safe
from the elements,
or maybe i just want
to feel the wind through
my hair when i swing
hammer anf chisel
There is a little too much
light today, the floors
are a little too clean,
there is too much of the world
shining under my feet
like it would prefer to be
marble, separated, safe
from the elements,
or maybe i just want
to feel the wind through
my hair when i swing
hammer anf chisel
May 21, 2025 at 4:55 AM
#vss365
#scar
left by a water trail that was
so close to being a stream
if the sky hadn't moved on
with the day, the black clouds
on the earth lost to the night
and the dripping myths of tar
that claw the way earth is
when a seed lands, sheltered
from the wind where water
might flow again
#scar
left by a water trail that was
so close to being a stream
if the sky hadn't moved on
with the day, the black clouds
on the earth lost to the night
and the dripping myths of tar
that claw the way earth is
when a seed lands, sheltered
from the wind where water
might flow again
May 11, 2025 at 2:21 AM
#vss365
as the last piece
of a jigsaw puzzle
thrown onto a scene
it's needed to complete
a hole burning into the table
carved like coal from harmless
land set upon by machinery
asking to be left as #free
as anything in the distant
landscape that can be
covered by a thumb outstretched
as the last piece
of a jigsaw puzzle
thrown onto a scene
it's needed to complete
a hole burning into the table
carved like coal from harmless
land set upon by machinery
asking to be left as #free
as anything in the distant
landscape that can be
covered by a thumb outstretched
April 28, 2025 at 12:34 AM