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Beaches
I don’t like beaches but I like the ocean -
Forget The Orange Dude, Look At The Black Crude
Don't mind the statements. Look at the shipments -
Colombo Street Poetry
Is my everyday -
Welcome To The Machine
A trip to the police station -
The Background G
A hundred people dying every day -
Continental Grift
Europe was never a real continent, and this is the Asian Century -
The Pairs Of Perception
Economy and ecosystem, production and reproduction, Apple and the apple -
Reflections On Reflections
Glass in my eye, blood on my soul -
What Can Americans Do?
Regime change starts at home -
Dot-Dot-Dot
A political poem -
Diving The Damned
The wreck of the Conch, the wreck of it all -
Life After Death
Like day after night -
Everything Is Breaking Down
and nothing will be fine -
The Terrible Telegraph
Just open the bloody telegraph, Out pours a litany of shit. Now put it in your pocket. You can’t get rid of it. -
Every Child Is A Refugee
There is a moment, When you’re asleep. When the world doesn’t trouble you or me. When your body’s so humble and weak. And it’s curled up… -
Ode To An Old Dog
When I walk by, just breathe out and breathe in -
Fuck I’m Old
A poem -
Boredom, RIP (Poem)
Do you remember, as a child, Looking at trees? Being bored, being at unease? Waiting for a bus, or a friend? Waiting for something to… -
For A Father To Give Birth (A Poem)
For a father to give birth is a lot of little things, Like remotes and water and the stuff he brings. -
Woke Up Like This
A poem on 16 years of war -
A Facebook Poem
Keep scrolling down, I promise you, beneath this line There’s something to be found -
Why Humans Are Bad (A Poem)
We’re asking the wrong question -
Digital Addiction. A Poem
Everything is possible, but I can’t seem to do shit, Before I start a train of thought, someone’s hijacked it. I start to write a poem, but… -
Thank God For The Weekend (A Poem)
Why it’s nice to have time off, to be on -
Google Is God (A Poem)
One day Google came alive It was Tuesday or Thursday No one could tell the time. -
The Profit (A Poem)
Once there was a boy, Born in the smallest of places With a celestial antenna in his head -
The Internet Of Shit. A Poem
The Internet is shit, And we all want out of it, Except we can’t, And tho we rant,
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