Antique Asemic Postcard – deconstructed religion

Uma better say they received the Past Ham.
Guardiola, those world elves, they are submerged in the choice of the chosen.

The sleeps are light in the self-isolating months – two later Cheetah choirs sing of tear gas & neck holds; Tartarus an upper-echelon god, with Chaos and Gaia, returning to us nothing that we had taken. The likeness of Law & Order was nothing more than an inverted Bible, without candour – just mourning & masks casting shouting shadows on darkened windows.


Did you know that 100,000 people died in the Great Plague of Marseille 1720 ?



leaving people more confused than how you found them

I forgot to lie,

In a presentiment of ingratitude.


From outside, smiles

that mine great moments –

The smoke is so deep,

so deep.


Do you think that love is real /

My soul is so deep in sleep –

What you do –

go alone.


Can’t you see

I owe or you love –

I say it is to find

silent answers in the shadows.


In tenement forests sleeps

the heart,

to listen outside,


That music

is broken glass

on the pavement .

The smoke is so deep,

so deep.


Also that immense heart,

that if only,

if only –

Timbre, trembling, falling, failing,

if only, if only,

to know, to know.


It insists you want to choose.

My tone becomes more lost,


sleepy with fatigue,

just broken glass

on the pavement.


Privilege had that tone

before the rising smoke.

The smoke is so deep,

so deep –

leaving people more confused

than how

you found them.


the solipsistic actor

the solipsistic actor

seeks an audience

with self-aggrandizement,

hears the clapping –

angry empty eyes

staring out.



(Photographer, Joshua A Bickel/AP – click image for more information)


It was a wicked and wild wind-
Blew down the doors to let me in,
Shattered windows and the sound of drums.
People couldn’t believe what I’d become.

For some reason I can’t explain,
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name.
Never an honest word,
But that was when I ruled the world.