Not inhaled
Not even lit.
Voids in the day
Like a step down
To a riser
That is not there.
Confused uncertainty
Leaves my pocket
More space
With the lighter
Gone.
Roads and sidewalks
Foundations to repair
On top of the shift
Of earthskin
Like it would never
Change.
The vacant fall down
Peerage broken.
Instead of contemplation
From the inside
Rooms are viewed within
From without.
Cautious orange cones
To demarcate a zone
You will be safer
Outside of
While the world
Wiggles and quakes.
I made coffee this morning.
Cleaned myself then dressed.
The sun stares at me
Through the windshield
And I hear a vague
High pitched whine
Of odd excitement,
I've forgotten my lighter.
Panic screws tight
A little light bulb
Inside my chest.
I breathe deep
Into the continuance
Of cessation and think
Life has become
Less luxurious.
Defunct yet still exclaims
Purpose,
Storage.
Futures must be
Attended to.
Beware false
Promises of wind.
has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.











