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Selected Writing

Tishk Barzanji

Ocean Gauge Follow

Ravine Tempt Earth

Memories Hopes Dreams

Summer Forest Fires

Loom Lady Sprawled

Tense Ladder Complete

Figures Through Genres

Born Raised Gloom

Young Die Young

Redneck Logwood Stacks

Wrong Turn Disappear

Picture A Day

Present Mission Last

Clatter Spark Echo

Mayhem Handgun Breakfast

True Thick Blood

Youth Blessed Spirit

Finger Earth Palm

Night Curated Stars

Pre Dawn Mission

PRE

His woman never made it

Lifeless in suspension

Life in his depression saw him weeping in a doctors arms

Heart rate normalised

Thought patterns scattered on another bleak assignment

War between the islands had the corporation frightened

Turrets ripping day and night until the laser cannons settled scores of ultraviolence

Water in the wires

Lifelines coursing through the innards of the make-up of these automated pilots

Futuristic miners

In search of treasures in the silence

DAWN

The dawn adorns

Your form forlorn

It draws you close

You move away

revolving doors.

It takes care of you

Take you

It dawned upon me

Dawn rising

Forms writhing

Fork lightning

Forced Violence

2 bodies 1 hybrid

Pour from your poor eyelids.

Like hydrants.

No clothes were worn neither.

We’ve been kissing since sundown,

fluttering eyelids.

unaware of the end zones living inside us.

MISSION

Lost in the wind

I ain’t slept a wink

Lost in the wind

I’ve been making my way

I've been doing my thing

Crossing the desert for two days

I crossed the desert for two days

By the time I got in through the door of the Inn and ordered a drink, it was too late

Lost in the fumes of a Pontiac revving

These crossroads reek of a road race

Who knows what they're doing in there? 

Behind the motel door

When they knock, don’t let them in

When they knock, (don’t) let them in

As the world falls down and the stars break through the night sky I stay all in

All and all till morning

The weight of the world

A violent eclipse

Skin like dawn in the extracurricular unknown

And the roads never end when the sky is on fire, above enchanted springs

Burning daylight sees storms brewing, drawn by laws of gravity

The horizon line; an illusionary space

Left out ‘til it fades out, agai

Pitch black no street lights, yet I see everything

Pitch black no street lights, yet I see everything

Let's swim forever, then sleep forever

Just 

Us

Two

White maned horses on true straight arrow asphalt

Thomas Hawkins