Some of the harder sounding words in the poem, create the best moments in the piece.

They are as joyless as a dried cracker.

Sometime delusion is a form of hope.

Life’s an experiment.

You’re going to have some explosions.

‘Space between the eaves’

When we say a poem out loud

it is a physical act of rebellion.

Dictatorship of 1, talking to the walls.

I’m hurdling into the interface of time

And I’m frightened.

Geologic mind.