- Vol. 04
- Chapter 01
PlannerHis wall was a cacophony of apps
all promising to organise better
a mind prone to morbid
and used to scraps of paper
The problem was
the epiphanies did not sync to all devices,
a curse of options:
keys thrown into wells.
He wasn't short of good advice,
a derangement of it,
mouths set upon themselves.
You could never be sure
if they were wings, pinned
a murder of crows
or a colloquy of helping hands
fidgeting over his body which yearned
to vacate touch,
but couldn't understand the optimal spacing
to achieve the requisite solitude
He kept shifting the existing materials.
He would not delete.