by tommy wyatt blake
previously published in “YOUR CD MIX, VOL 2”
you tear a striation in the cosmic floor, / band of stars sucked into the void— / do you think the black hole / has tunneling issues / with its skin spinning / to a spiral? / which compels me / to say: “we’re the old gods, / now let’s boogie out of the stars and watch the sky fall” / and you ask me / to stop speaking in code and return / to a realm of inertia after i learn / that now is not forever, and anywhen / we exist leads to Nowhere, / phantom love, and knowing / you will never reconstruct / what was torn out of each other.
tommy wyatt blake (he/they) is the jester of popular culture and poet laureate of timefuckery. he’s the author of FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!; Mutually Assured Destruction; DITCHLAPSE / [REALLY AFRAID]; So, Who’s Courage?; Trick Mirror or Your Computer Screen; and others. they are currently synthesizing digital archives, space voids, and confines of the body.
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