spoke from spoke by Jaco Dorje

Some memories are mirrors
Visually distinguishable
One could stroke the outside of it
One could breathe on it
Draw illustrations on it
While some memories a river
One could see it bathe in it drink it
And I drown
Drown in memories
Choking gasping for air of the future
Even the present would satisfy
From sound to word, word to image
And what inorganic unsettling images of disgust nest in my skull
Carnivorous nightmares of fiery lips retching
It’s free birth
It’s free dirt
It’s free words
A free death that your worth
I’m a bird of no wit
You even notice?

Through tattered streets of reserved fearsome intents
And flocks of malevolence carved in a essential attention and vocal release
And you can tell
After consumption of lies
Bring out the hidden child misguided syncopated in self-violence
A voice is seen on its own
Since the truth resides in lack of presence
These lungs so misshapen through thought
Poured swifty into ears as wind to a sail or a slug to a snail
Faulty rights making wrongs
Content frowning dividends
Assumptions that make thought more difficult
We breathe breathlessly
And live recklessly

• Experimental
• bedroom pop
• ecstatic
• folk rock
• singersongwriter
• Burlington