20.0n

tin rush

Dylan Harris

20.0n

tin rush

Dylan Harris

Potato Press

Tin Rush was previously published by Great Works.

by Dylan Harris

4 anticipating the metaverse, 3 nation six dog, 2 discard

chapbooks

20.0: s chew, r dye-de-ho, q antwerp, p tension nitro ego, o church is dangerous vital, n tin rush, m the A rush, l an engineering rush (ii), k Miss Demeanour, j flock state, i be infinity, h Namings, g nation six dog, f uncivil law, e dead write, d chase chase, c an engineering rush (i), b a much for we, a The Joy Of Tax

19.9: c Inn, b Swoop, a An Ode To The A14

19.8: c Rose, b Hymnen, a Darmstadt

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tin rush

po

ba

fi

vo

pp

ti

fu

ni

ag

av

ee

hu

ei

xu

tin rush

po

if you’d have seen me here

arrive to this reality

i’d not

if you’d have seen me here

arrive to this reality

a non–balloon would blow from null

to micron eye and gone

if you’d have seen me here

arrive to this reality

in all the absent you surround

a swarm of slow and grow again

finger press of liquid skin

you’d only awe the sparkle edge

create inflate combine

if you’d have seen me here

arrive to this reality

i’d form and swarm by femto tech

to newton twenty metre me

& stock

check reality error

and if the seen is real enough

& stock

check reality realisation

and if the seen is right enough

if you’d have seen me here

arrive to this reality

i’ll turn to gunman on panic

all the small

the shock and fast the fire

burst across the every are

a mass speed femto ask about

& stock

listening

i brewer

ba

Life! Life?

You’re sure? You’re sure!

People! People?

Humanity? Humanity!

Do I wander pounded streets

expect to find some happy yang

when bigots race to rape?

Absolute? Absolute!

Sod.

Sod the safe, the faerie snow.

fi

you’ll not see the creeping me

fire as light as wheezing

settle

and all my fluid femto senses

speed rain as cataract

on to a humanity

climbed beyond our reach

fell beneath our lost

vo

the host of religious

communicatable diseases

but who reports

education

the mental condom

but in the energy

where’s thought

pp

i shall

headspace mitosis

twin me

mechno man

the hymnen and …

well …

… male

am

let me

dunno

let me

who

i shall

make flesh

activate

biology

genetic desperation damning

as if the me the meme machine

was any else

beyond another pressure suit

i nanocate and port

ti

you insist me down

on blatant fire

like seeking for omnipotence

in a can of beans

i’m not there

then i’m there

that’s all

trek got the sinews right

but their justifications

spelt to lead the lazy heads

they were crap

fu

i’m reality’s fantasy superman

isolated by wise glory

& I’m still fucked by the eye lock

i’m meant to be observe

but i shall buy

these moon eyes

and the bastard seller knows

and i spend the cost of five

and i don’t

FUCKING

DISTRESS

they’ve got me down

to them

i’m the moon slaver

fuck black and white movie shoe–fantasy

happy–clappy be nice here’s a gun

‘human beings are formula’ miscasting dismals

we’re fucking

all ways

we extreme happy we

ni

you need that

the machine whisper

it’s a bio thing

ag

discard the silenced world

pain joy the flesh cage

a gift and got

av

i could slave

the every all

in their belief

i could

rule revolt revolution

and all the serf should die

a how to refusing death

HET

the insist is now in murmur

wipe the silent sate

restore to do by reason

ee

separated selves

all the us are aunties

all the hectored

all the us the drunk

the husband shames us

all the us the husband

hu

this humanity

i dance

is null

this humanity is living

this humanity

burns its own

to brag a power

undoubted

this humanity is living

this humanity

drives destitutes

as donkeys

run to thirst and death

in days of rain

this humanity is living

but i

for all my femto tech

am psyché humanity

has cultural engineering

ever worked

mister smith

ei

in the name of good tomorrows

stalin hitler killed their now

one planet one decade

all the dogma dominators

dead the hope they cause

when

has cultural engineering

ever worked

mister smith

xu

we needed that

the machine whisper

you’ve had a fifty years

mister smith

you loved the life relieved

it’s time to ascend

die upload combine

ciao the A rush

who saw us here

arrive to this reality

gone

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20.0n tin rush

A Chapbook of poetry from Dylan Harris

20.0n tin rush Dylan Harris poetry poems

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