2 poems

poem 1

I swim ‘round & emerge an aliEn of latex boots n g string

we all sp!t in our hands and decide to stik it out

plug ourselvs into the stormie ether////

+grate when ur living it up^

n the boys are driving fast, we put on sunglasses

 ((sip tea and spit the remnants into unknown handbags))

busy later, I have plans, they’re apocalyptic

l8r, night time, find myself picking locks and chEwing

plastic bottle caps. we sit down a sec to catch some air n smog

suddenly you’re pouring urself

down drains of rusty metal, I try to stop u

or at least find out Y

but once again I’m left with nothing but a void

                  //// things were better back on earth

to b candid it’s about time you fess up

about the hole you made in the space/time continuum

its not like im incapable of piecing things together, but whatever

at night it’s nice, I guess, to dream and be flung

                  into other heads

                  fr a while i was a baby, then I was time itself

__ tbh it’d be great if u could call me

from the other side of real

but take ur time ive still got heaps

most of this lifetime, and the next___

poem 2 

on the box home I was scrubbing different names

off my innards and complaining

about the weather n shit. Ur a good listener, thanks for hearing all that

                                    nd I hope a cool change comes

                                    to address this fiery rage

cause rn we’re both burning up to tell

                                                                                          everyone to fuk right off

people don’t listen. O well. Tomorrow

lets for fr a swim, ((I’ve got

some ideas about past life revenge))

+and maybe some time soon we’ll book in a chat

+with my mum and get the scoop

+on our crushes and also what is up with the 6^th dimension

//we’ll probs look back n laugh about it all//

about       the          insular                    rotating hypocrisy              of              the          internet and        our          reclusive                nature

and all the rocks we look under tryna find some answers

                  it’s a good thing to question and challenge

                  the fabric of reality, it’s a good thing

                  to crush those brittle lies we’re told

                  between ur steak teeth and send that spittle

                  soaring outta our atmosphere cause we’re so done rn.

later ill make some pasta and gurgle up the soda stream

dw i’ve been really on top of the ice cube trays

god knows we need some kinda consistency