By the power of the carriage return, poetry.

I want to write poems about vast wastelands of
blasted earth, a place with no life.
It feels dishonest.

What words would I use to describe a place
without humanity?
They have been overused
long before I dreamt of dying.

What I seek to disenchant,
to craft, to commodify,
slips away from my febrile mind.

Once more, with feeling.

rush to the end hollow man
mess husk remainder
dwell

Where Usage Goes to Die

The only time I tell the truth
lately is late at night
the search bar in my browser
receives my confessions
it's never just me, the world wide web
makes sure there is someone who
asked the same question
someone else who confides in a machine
instead of people
I keep trying, typing things I'm sure
will prove me individual
validate my locked face
and crooked spine, but after years of this
I still don't have a googlewhack

It is a Patterned Hoodie, They are Popular with the Kids

I walk in shoulders up
hands in my hoodie
chin on my chest
eyes on the floor
when I'm sure no-one's looking I scan the room once for
anyone I know
Hooray! I spot a chum, hide my relief
pull one hand out of my hoodie
and lift it, from the elbow
into the air in as nonchalant a gesture as possible
at the same time I bring my chin a few degrees up on the y axis
quickly
when I have completed this manoeuvre I say
hey
or
hey buddy
I like to introduce a variable into the most rigid social structure