what.has.weight

Here's the first piece of what.has.weight, making it to production. I have scrapped the idea of a book of poetry for now (writing doesn't pay shit) and kept only 20 poems to go ahead with. Now each one of them comes with a limited edition of 20. First here, 19 to go.

Sclerosis | Neurosis

Run!
It’s all coming in/ the wire is live/ it burns the skin.
Fire shot! Fire shot/ no time to think—
just rot.

Myelin! Myelin/ send the brain—mail in.
He’s here again/ chewing through the chain
first the tit/ now the brain.