Bugolgi Apparatus

Rotations Slowly but surely  They were all Driven crazy  By the sound  Of the grinding Some claimed  Not to hear it Others just ate Few thought to face it Most played games Deep in their eyes They had  To reconcile Their lives  To the sound of the grinding The distant screams And eight billion  Dreams Fed into  A precision machine Trees, plants,  Grandmothers Birds, insects, lovers Villages with traditions Cultures and accumulated wisdom All unsorted  Not even folded Keeping frequencies  Humming And stars at a distance

the lonely fanboy I’m finding it harder to read losing the desire to make art thinking is giving me a headache their reality is becoming strong is this all that we are where am I taking these children how does the power of imagination  deflect lies and bullets the worst is still coming  their apocalyptic dreams  lining up like manga visions of a very lonely fanboy

bold new work:

Sensory inventory Heels pinch me Earrings pull me down Skirts twist me Clasps leave marks I practice the walk Work mirror and brush Even if it comes off The work has been done I was made for something else what it is I can't tell At times I've felt I could do anything I wanted You use words casually They slip from your mouth As easily as you find yourself With me feeling lost You leave your clothes In a pile on the floor Naked you reveal nothing Eyes follow smoke Not wanting to do anything Leaves me restless at best The refrain's constant "What to do now"

uncertain me Not having lived With this much uncertainty for so long I had forgotten about that Extra layer of exhaustion I throw myself into your work  it's not wrong For a few moments then The chaos lessens We venture back from Slush and mud Feeling somewhat   Weather beaten Returning to what  we can't touch We hold on to what feels Slightly less uncertain

The proper distance we were both terrible at physics we'd get too close then bounce back out of range of gravitational force spun out alone with some dark matter when we were too far away we'd start to shake clinging onto anything  readily at hand damage done  apologies made  in retrospect it would've been easier to stay in place buy a calculator  and just learn some trig

Loner with dog Haunted by backyard floodlights Against white snow black night And the dog lived outside Every night I'd close the door Cage and watch her eyes I shut the garage door We'd watch each other through The bedroom window My mom warned me I'd be Setting patterns for my Future relationships She was right

students I wanted to tell them that everything would be OK but I couldn’t  I let myself be cut to pieces  by their fears  and assumptions I wanted to tell them  not to be afraid  but I didn’t  I wanted to  hold them then even if it hurt so I took it home took it home  and I smoked it drew it  out of the pen hit the buttons  and couldn’t  fool myself about the difference