Pain as an institution.

Mark my safety on a line between dredge and transparency

Indicate where I’ll be in a year for the wellbeing of dependency

Instigate a moment that will make me worry for a while

End it for the time being and drink the tears of the nile

Produce the openness that we need desperately

Into each second, my friends I will leave

I will be alone and, in a moment, I won’t have a scare.

I will be alone and, in a moment, I won’t be a part of it.

But we can parley often enough for confusion

I will meet you on the edge of destitution.

And we can drink the blood of the committed.

Their screams are worth the bitterness that I swish around my teeth.

And my tongue loves the flavour but my stomach will reject it.

Make us vomit up the mess to a believing few.

And they will lap it up like thirsty dogs.


Indifference, like a poem.

we are all

I’m not where you are.

Function & form
Function & Form by Joshua Ian Cowley,

I have not felt your pain
thus not in a position to comfort or withdraw support.

The world is an oyster, that was left on the rock too long.
The world is dripping out pus and misery, barrel & stock.
flock, stock, stocktake, take the numbers down.
Because that’s what it comes down to.

Lets’ hoard,
we’re all absolutely flawed at the unimaginable terror, that is ongoing and has been ongoing…
since we found greed.
and we build and build upon buildings in rubble and stones.
and we bomb and bomb.
and we bomb and bomb.
so the buildings turn into rubble and stones and our people live out of caves, and we weren’t even the chance to behave.
We had a second to run.
We said no to bullets but they still passed through us.
We had a second to run.
We said no to chemicals but they still burned our skin and asphyxiated our children.
We had a second to run.
I think God wants us to handle a rifle.
We had a second to run.