Friendship It sits on the edge of your driveway A cardboard box covered in felt tip scribbles. And duct tape. Waiting for removal by Wednesday recycling. Even friendship exists on a social calendar. Made of institutionalised emotions. In blue and yellow. Unicorns who rampage and riddle a forest. They kicked the box down first. The …
The Eris Theory Poem: Order is Chaos Wearing a Train Timetable
The Eris Theory The dial tone drones. Drones. Drones. The train sends comets up to the sky as it shrieks and squeals on the tracks. My breath shudders. I count. Nine-hundred and ninety nine pixels of sun. Caught in the corners of ghost rooms. The sun burns. When I fell, dancing in the sleet of …