Published: 19 February 2026

Singer of Songs

All you lyricists
who sing to get by
I am not one of you
I claw at the stars to find what lies behind

You philosophers who
chase the question why
care not for my reply
I’ll tear down the foundations to find what’s behind

You glorious beauties
who beguile in your time
don’t look behind
you won’t like what you find

Now is not the time for songs
tell me your reply
did you play along or cry
show me the wounds that lie behind

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He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.

Describe the ripples on a lake

First, disregard the word shimmer.
too rapidly it decays into simmer,
shunner, slimmer, suddenly slum
slam, slammer summer. It will not
stand, it dissolves upon reflection.

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

The world is so poetic

Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

not enough glue

all the glue on earth
is not enough to hold
this broken heart together
all the brains on earth
are not enough to disprove

My life as snow

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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