Noisy hued dishes


By AlmightyMelon | AlmightyMelon | 28 May 2020

I have let the dishes pile up again. 
The clock ticks on past ten to five. 
No matter how hard I screw my eyes up, 
it won't disappear and nor will they. 

I have constructed the pile of my reality 
plate by plate. Procrastination is my idol: 
I have been down on bent knee 
to 'I'll just do it later' since 
later was sliced bread. 
I ate it with toast and Marmite, 
narrowly conscious of society. 

How else will I find a sense of quiet? 
I know no other way but 
a task hanging over my head, 
a sword with ink on the tip. 

A piece of wood notched with curved lines: 
I left one in public for anyone to find. 
Do not stop, despite your weariness. 
Follow the label to the letter. 

For Hulme, Kuper and McQueen.

First published here.


Noobie crypto enthusiast from Auckland, New Zealand, who works as a teacher.


My background is creative writing. I have a passion for multimedia art. I have been interested in cryptocurrencies since they began.

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