Perhaps my favourite song by Grimes.

Delete Forever

Song by

Grimes

Lying so awake, things I can’t escape
Lately, I just turn ’em into demons
Flew into the sun, fucking heroin
Lately I just turn ’em into reasons and excuses

Always down when I’m not up
Guess it’s just my rotten luck
To fill my time with permanent blue
But I can’t see above it
Guess I fucking love it
But, oh, I didn’t mean to

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!)

Funny how they think us naive when we’re on the brink
Innocence was fleeting like a season
Cannot comprehend, lost so many men
Lately, all their ghosts turn into reasons and excuses

Always down when I’m not up
Guess it’s just my rotten luck
To fill my time with permanent blue
But I can’t see above it
Guess I fucking love it
But, oh, I didn’t mean to

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (woo!)

I see everything, I see everything
Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
But I did everything, I did everything
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet

Much that is seen
Remains unsaid
In a land gone mad
With starvation,  anger, and war
We go about the day
From breakfast to bed
As the world’s silent horrors
Storm on and ahead
This is how we stay alive
We cannot process all things
We must move forward to thrive
The living will continue to live
And the dead will stay dead
And we will release the past
As a skin that needs to be shed.

MEMO: To the general public
FROM: Poet Manifest
DATE: December 1, 2025
SUBJECT: New Poem

TEXT: To whit, we state for the record
this is a poem of depth and beauty
(Insert moving metaphor here)
This poem will suffice as the first
of the last month of the year
Thus counting the minutes down
To the dreaded, dreaded future.
Prepare yourselves and consider
This note to be you warning. /END

Sometimes the boat

It takes on water

And i need to bail

With all my might

To keep it afloat

But I understand

The desire to let it sink

Into the embrace

Of the cool black Sea

A month for you

Is as a day

A day for me

Is as a month;

Time is relative

To the mind

Experiencing it

i dreamt our roof collapsed
and all i needed to do
was call the repair company
so that all would be well
but i kept misdialing
again and again and again
like i held in my clumsy hands
the cellphone of Sisyphus
just one correct number
and our home would be ok
but i never could get there
before waking in frustration.

i remember
we were otters
in the night
holding lightly
to one-another
that we wouldn’t
drift apart
in the sea of this vast life
seeking peace
in the storm

it is quiet in the cafe
i have outlasted dozens
they come and go
they talk and laugh
i am here waiting
waiting to wait
it is dangerous in the cafe
i am tempted to ponder
this is never a good thing
i am best left distracted
that i might live
outside of this head

in the morning
i wake, up,
climb into my head,
and hit the accelerator;
we’re going 160 km/hr
all damn day
so strap in and hold on
because if i slow down
i’ll see the landscape.
so it’s peddle to the metal
until night comes again
and i can pull over
and collapse into a coma
until the next day when –
in the morning
i wake up…