FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

I mourn at a crossroads But this is the thousandth crossing Just this week

I typically don't post housekeeping on this site, tending to stick to just the poems I write. However I thought I would detail some changes that are going to be coming to this website. From January 2022 until late 2023 I was making use of generative ai to create some of the images that would accompany my poems. At the time I didn't really fully understand how these ai models work or just how destructive and intrusive they would become. Ai is now forced into everything and it

I'm so tired Of the unequivocal drivel I'm still a victim dear Of the quiet and the rain And the shadow on my doorstep Of guests who never came Arrivals still postponing Bones still drenched in warnings Moaning out Such subliminal agonies Beneath fingers I can't feel Heights I cannot reach Feelings that can't be real Of when I held your hand And practiced in the mirror And what I meant was said And what I said you simply didn't hear Somewhere your sickness chokes me In that i