on a plate

still you
but occasionally
come by
for free bites

still you
but with reality
the struggle
has moved on

still you
but with acceptance
and brightness
to the day

hail smith, divider of labour

they make us machines
one trick ponies
performing this vast
circus of routine

they make us machines
with one good hand
the forgotten other
behind
withered
we wonder why
we paddle hard
but always in circles

they make us machines
feed us
eat-all-you-want
stuff-my-face
paper
advertisements
we wonder why
we grab all we can
but still we want more

they make us machines
divided our being
our souls
and killed us

shout out louds - work

just released!