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Archive of articles classified as' "Thought"
Back homesending the petition
round these streets
invested in the development
of deprivation
in the
culture
introducing complacency
elected by the combined
establishment.
relinquish the forbidden
public
obtained through power.
Born and borrowed.
Mom.
Dad.
I’ve started a sponsor.
Wrecked waiting for the water
wanting,
gave and gathered,
smothered under a managed promise.
applause
Standing
warm
and wet
on New Years Eve
while street light
peers through block glass
in the bathtub stall.
Water
washes away
the last five hundred,
twenty five thousand
nine hundred
minutes
so you can start
the next year clean.
Naked.
a morning where the air is crisp
your skin is tight
the tile is unforgiving.
winter busts through
every crook and cranny
we must insulate.
The rain pitters away on their window.
Swirling. Clutching. Salivating.
The rain patters down our roof.
I drop a drip of spit on to the carpet.
A small pool of forms.
I dip my big toe in.
My sock sticks out its tongue.
Laps up the moisture.
Saturated, I become uncomfortable.
Pulling. Grabbing. Ripping.
My sock is thrown across the room.
I pick up debris as I walk barefoot around the house.
Gritty, I become uncomfortable.
Meetings on Mondays make the weekend die in strange ways.
When you tell yourself that you are going to bed, you should actually listen.
I never thought about how much warmth can be added to a room by a piece if blue carpet.
