sketch: home in bed

poem: sloppy, sprawlly,

sloppy, sprawlly,
please don’t call me
I don’t want to harm with violence
only go to bed tomorrow
black lives matter, folks

sketch: that morning song

crude mono sketch of an alarm clock blaring, reading 6:18, and a rattled fellow gripping his sheets in bed

sketch: happy new year 2020

crude mono sketch of bedbugs covering the screen

sketch: sick bed

crude greyscale sketch of a sad looking fellow wearing a toque in bed

poem: when can I go to bed?

when can I go to bed?
that’s all I’m looking after, here
get it all together and crash out
performance of autonomy when really it’s
a schedule, a yoke I put around myself