Der Defätist / The Defeatist

these days

November 18, 2020 // 0 Comments

  these days i do things with empty chairs i do things with crows too age of world lost to the worlds hello bottom i sit in front of chairs the Bottle Cup of marvelous [...]

rusty sugar

October 18, 2020 // 0 Comments

  few constants left empty emptier beach gill cleft chiffon black & swathes of bronze odds on Mars dangerous chatting nothing comes into view a very light future [...]


September 10, 2020 // 0 Comments

proclivity slope & mountain side lady liberty often a traditional dish deep fried swish lish to flourish as a mish’ of buyers  & distributors ਭਟੂਰਾ [...]

the long line

August 14, 2020 // 0 Comments

a long line of eerie stitches covered the past neon deep sequins decoration tripping over green reconciliation harassed & surpassed not exactly classy i told the girl [...]


July 15, 2020 // 0 Comments

there are cliffs and plumes & numbers their color is lagoon a final decision as short time quaternion parcels of Ceiba sacred conjugation of 3 going back to gene using [...]

outer inner space

June 12, 2020 // 0 Comments

The universe tells me what I’m supposed to do, she said. “I’m looking forward to the next assignment.” says Janelle Monáe Bokeh effect the rain is falling finds its [...]

i watched

May 10, 2020 // 0 Comments

“I watched five mallards, their necks flashing green, land in formation to skim on the Tiber.”* locust over  Nigeria “And hazard in the Glorious [...]


April 13, 2020 // 0 Comments

on the black river gray pontoons are floating down stream a female i have never seen the pyrrhic interior this noble photon to be greeted by prerogatives as solid as solid [...]

the entire city

March 18, 2020 // 0 Comments

the city pyre a learning situation civitatem even for tribes that like to lie a bed for beloved a floor so dear she the city kithara seven stringed bittie chitty nitty [...]

when + ever

February 20, 2020 // 0 Comments

  there is a hump in breathing i do catch up with a snoring girl thinking of snorri sturluson the huffing lad no idea how he made it; his wife attacked him with a knife [...]