abandonedbuildings

I can’t tell if its Regent St or Jupiter. Blue ink from the Sahara. Apartment blocks infested with cages. Spiders screaming like birds. Anci...

The wide avenues of Baghdad. An attic room, sealed from the outside. A pronoun cluster, incinerated by dogs. A bitter sky, on a sober landsc...

in this recent knot of days the vile prickle of pills is entirely political / these grimy days, yeh, their static preposterous symmetry / so...

but ghosts are necessary a chart of / a collective inarticulate harmony i.e. minor surface noise item: a basement strata its bibliographic s...

here in Poundstretcher / we are - blank - we are building nebulae, falling like, I dunno, wages / but anyway- “how old are you, my sweet cri...

here / in the centre of the squealing world original and peculiar a small town, far from here / this scratching rack non-dogmatic / a guide...

so we were buying weapons ok / lets start that again - on public transport, it happened we were sitting opposite bullets / chemistry / glass...