Sunday 28 February 2021


(remix of dys.phoria)

soft thin and lying against
a negative space

the air cool industrial alive

4 a moment we don’t have to care

how strange

secret messages penned by the rain

upon leaded glass

in a blanket on your couch
electric the infinite tenderness



the world

whether or not you can keep up with her

provides random bursts

of euphoria

to live there a second longer

to live there to



Friday 26 February 2021


negotiating the hill

to your home the emo

set a dangerous 

tone like an alto circling

a tenor who felt dead

alone in a cosmos 

the shy of heart never



Thursday 25 February 2021


the left kept charging the right

kept charging the rain kept washing away

society and unrest

an honest condition

you kept coming and they

kept pushing 

away     #katyamills

Wednesday 24 February 2021

@ the mall

divergent they
struck out for the mall
one tall the other small
hot topix for septum rings
starry eyes
jewelers bling. they
hearts got pierced where they wanted
without tears without
a flame the long and hard
adieu they understood
they were the


Tuesday 23 February 2021

the one

momma brought them 


searching for they

name brushing

they soft and storied 

coat round they 

long and emerald




under the influence

a stubborn yellow light

in a ramshackle hollow

breakin the tight weave

of farmland a scribbler

may do they best work 


notes from a cardboard box

two story high 

imagination roams cream 

walls french vanilla

sky. entresol the cats

survey new lands 

from a cardboard 

box we have 




killing on 43rd ave

they sweep and mop they 

stock shelves they 

ring you up at the register they

deal with all american 

attitude. we call it the graveyard

shift for good reason last

week they left one to bleed

out for some 

change. god rest your very



Sunday 21 February 2021

tuned out

twenty one suns 

one and twenty years 

into the so-called twenty first century 

none of the calculations 

had any true significance when 

you tuned the holy roman

empire out 


journey into the light

there there 

dry your eyes

the darkness drains from the sky

see how you were so certain?

so terrified 

the thoughts how they




they would not let machines

take from life 

the mystery

the work 

that made them



Saturday 20 February 2021


they found her 

still alive they loved her

they promised 

hi def pixels for eyes

cold brew coffee for drive

she prayed for a vertically 

integrated chassis they

dubbed her



Monday 15 February 2021


they never stopped 

scrubbing one could see 

their reflection in the silver

 nothing else. imagine centuries  

passing that off 4 



off note

the dissonance caused by all 

the off notes touched a hundred 

thousand hearts who turned 

the radio up and swore 

someone finally got them 


Saturday 13 February 2021

run over

weightless the body

in flight. carbon monoxide 

swell of heat 

spun up so light the strange 

sound of brakes so late

they cheat 

staring down they 

fall in the winter off the 

wall of metal



Friday 12 February 2021

book review


Katya Mills rated a book liked it
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh
Our antiprotagonist gets progressively mired in her chosen selfish sedentary life for a year. Like a life experiment with a careless interest in self-transformation, in NYC, 1999. She lies to her psychiatrist about her use of prescriptions for no apparent reason, as the psychiatrist has no moral or ethical compass to begin with, just a professional hiding behind a lot of jargon and bullshit. Ever met anyone like that? The character closest to real is her best friend Reva yet she is the most annoying and pathetic of them all. Materialistic. Superficial. Zero self-worth. Dependent on guys who use her. They both are. Maybe this is why they are friends. I liked the book, laughed a lot. Some very funny one liners. But not as much as Eileen. Maybe the main character was too sad and jaded. A product of her environment. Maybe it came too close to how life can feel in 21st century America when it's at its worst. When you give up and are rich enough not to have any responsibilities, and you care but not really. 

Thursday 11 February 2021


i saw visions

a porsche turning circles in the snow 

a man pissing on a brick wall barrows

wheeled over hay early 


i got chills 

a headache 

the light hurt my eyes i saw 

visions as the melody 

sorted out the 



Wednesday 10 February 2021

run on

chevelle on the lift 


turtles in a fish tank swimming endlessly toward 

a rusty cogwheel tangential to the universe

the phone 

far less riveting 

full of the world tapped the skull 

instead they read 

a book 


Tuesday 9 February 2021

faux pas

the misnomer the slip the drunken

tattoo the shaved head the misaligned 

teeth of reactionary fists. leave us the faux pas 

to combat these dull and senseless

perfections  #katyamills

profile #21

soap bubbles for eyes text bubbles 

for tongue corn syrup stomach 

marijuana cig stuck to sandpaper

lips. the screens 

crack and pop and whistle

words march across the tape it's twenty

twenty one

wash and stand up 

to the sun


Sunday 7 February 2021


the sea surged the sky 

a charcoal gray against which

a ghost from the sub system's

incendiary furnace

materialized of sublimated metals

chromium iron cobalt

to lead the wretched

super state from 

the predetermined



Saturday 6 February 2021

smile the sad goodbye

they wore out

fabrics to allay the troubling

times one of rayon one

of tested yarn and rope

one of pheasant fur and birch one 

of hope they 

wore out welcomes

made of clay

quilted cloak 

of sunless days they

smiled the sad 



Friday 5 February 2021

you and i

pushing through a friday

cabbage and coffee grounds

span of paperwork cuts of dark 

chocolate. don't know how don't know

why i cannot stop loving



Thursday 4 February 2021


affixed to a rail they 

pushed for the sky until the helium wore off 

they hovered between heaven 

and earth. the kids cut them free

wrapped them round 

the wrists filled them full of water

watch them break upon 

the sodden conspiracy laden 



Wednesday 3 February 2021

sudden pact

down on the luck they

came upon a forgotten 

patch in the city. they

felt sorta useless alike they 

made a sudden pact they

excavated and grew a 

goddamn tree for the whole

goddamn world 

to see



Tuesday 2 February 2021

trajectory of suns

interior lands locked
upon a promise hollow 
wonder what and who
to follow. unable to see
suns rise and fall against 
the sea


Monday 1 February 2021


given 1 day off 2 books 

3 shots of ristretto  

4 scratchers fanned out over a 5 mile road

sunrise kiss and a phone call i could

turn 48 forever