In This Fiery Hellscape We'll Survive On Jokes And Kisses

In this fiery hellscape we’ll survive on jokes and kisses

what else can we do when the wheels come off

when the factories and the bars we dance in are too expensive?

we need a new currency if joy costs too much.

let’s hand over all the monopoly money and say they won,

then hold hands under the table. let’s make our mouths a treasury,

our smiles as secret coins that cannot be collected or corrupted.

we’ll tiptoe away, soft-footed, and leave them counting empty plastic houses.

- by phyllis & other birds

Inspired by this amazing sticker: https://tender-ghost.com/products/fiery-hellscape-sticker

It’s been a time, apparently a whole summer, which included running a spoken word venue at the divine Buddhafields Festival. I will be posting out a selection of poems from the summer and some announcements of work being PUBLISHED soon in The Crank and Clarion.

Love and rage

Phyllis