Informant

A gargantuan hole in my head
the truth is:
dark is my hair
the truth is:
human I am
the truth is:
I live on earth
the truth is:
no much else
the else is a hallucination
a daydream
a lie
king-size, bulky, mountainous messcommunication
a truth without the spell check

Identity

 

Criticize me
I’m immune to it
strange feelings from far way
came
strange feelings from
another place
criticize me
I don’t care
robotise me
treat me as I have no flesh
just brain

criticize me I am back I am

Islington, morning

I am fragmented and the world is
fragmented shifted the logic is
disjointed
I am the perfect portrait of this
My language slips my tongue
Globalized I
We
We
We