It ain’t easy being green. as I am the poetical
psychosis of my natural selection collection -
I fall asleep - feeling the premonitions of ghosts who continue to fuck with my brain chemistry and unabashedly take pieces for fodder - trading it as cellular wreckage.
I hardly ever recognise my own reflection,
it is no longer a struggle to know who I am.
Then I bumped in the night
— into: Y O U.
Then I found, on the ground and in the sky that I didn’t need to know why - you and I are a result of our tears being swept away
- Taken away Into the void they never knew Existed.
J.C Hawkes has been writing since he was a child, navigating this human existence with precautions instilled - and then one day, he broke away and slandered the the gods who reportedly made him - stay - in this beastly home he was given.
He has been published a few times in: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend and Dumpster Fire Press’ ‘Voices From The Fire’. He lives in Melbourne, Australia - but how much longer will he reside in a city like this? Legend has it - he wants to leave humanity as soon as possible and live in a log cabin built with his own hands in far northern Canada - where he will make friends with the Bears and the Moose and the Woodpeckers from Mars.
He has been published a few times in: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend and Dumpster Fire Press’ ‘Voices From The Fire’. He lives in Melbourne, Australia - but how much longer will he reside in a city like this? Legend has it - he wants to leave humanity as soon as possible and live in a log cabin built with his own hands in far northern Canada - where he will make friends with the Bears and the Moose and the Woodpeckers from Mars.
