A new single from a collection which will come at some point, I’m sure. Stream it, stream it again, add it to your playlists. The title is cut and paste, from an excerpt of a half-finished novel I fed into a Burroughs Cut and Paste Generator machine on the web that I then trawled for good lines. Artwork technically Does Not Exist, if you get my meaning.
The end came much as we expected, with our hands around each others throats, scrambling madly for the last dried-out crumbs. Overhead the vultures circle thirstily, their sleek silver machines hanging suspended in the rarefied air.
More Verin Mathwin
at the jetty we can see the wind
blowing out to stir the sailboat’s cloth
nothing lives outside the stress-torn sand
we live on, shoulder to shoulder at the
end of a roiling eternity
we didn’t mean to set the forest on fire
the great deserts in the center of it all
stand mute proof to the foolishness of
apologies and apologia and all apologism