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All at once, the hours of the day fudge –

thick throated ticking as the clock grows dimmer in the light

and in creeps a sleep that never fully takes hold;

variations of slate whispers on a shoulder blade –

turning over, shadowing the eyes with Payne’s grey,

a memory of a storm; lungs filled with water.

The dreams descend, whistling, hysterical, al...

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“I don’t think I need any of you”

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They sit in the circle – each part with arms folded,

creased in. Cautious to the centre of the light -

behind them, their secrets close in sharp black.

By being together, a self absorbs the room –

moving in and out, like a breath finding sleep.

She speaks first, the one with the dumpli...

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Something so assuming – a frame

to bless or condemn,

 neither giving or consuming, the tiny moments of what you are –

they fall around me like summer petals –

to touch, I fear a smear –

of the plaits twilight fed through  -

her hair, her eyes – these moments are too soon -

 you die, a breath of first and last –

 hands move across the table,  wor...

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                                                                                                                                     Marred with a tooth rimmed desire, an oil skimmed glass upon

the back of my calves – my muscles - tendons, a graze of memory –  are my decision

to complete the arrogance; shave away the bristle grin mistake of not being a man. 

My bathroom...

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Shape they do,

these vague conspirators -

delusions of design in the growl of my thoughts -

attaching myself to any I,

foreseeing my accidents before I do,

curling me up in the pillows of incompleteness –

dread and dead, I am fish mouthed

with.

I would give you up, in kindness –

this on the dip of a sell by date,

my loop of being so unsure ...

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Milk hearted, a timid stunt

of drifts and thieves distorted

the silks of a grave surpassed -

a  lay  unchartered, where fray

and wound next glory became

a khaki hill without a name.

The tame of each dread root

thwarted – the tip of each snapped finger

larked, and dipped its fever

into parts of men long since lost -

a thousand...

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For clemency, I lie you at the end of my bed –

rest, and keep the flight of my wrecked dreams at bay - 

this is your sleep,

a seam of undisturbed silk.

I’ll take my psychiatry with the fluorescence of the day,

there is no hurried rivulet for you to claim,

calm though you are, in the pest, be calmer still in my absence.

The draw of each hour wil...

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Each riddle (cause for, unheard) - drooled upon the glimpse of psyche,

playmate vie with the portent day, woken to

with heavy rind,  a cloth

of circumstance –

is a zephyr trail, a bipolar dupe;

a rush of strawberries or the frugal vines of bed grapes.

We are angles bloated, presumed

controllers of our cortex –

trip wires and bobbin,

spun upon words that mean...

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She was cinder born, the girl you met –

curate’s egg smashed to ash.

She couldn’t weaken her heart to hold

something of herself –

an arm underneath her skirt,

turning her this way and that,

through her jaw –

ammunition for section.

She was rough for love,

dragged slate, flint ticked,

a quarry of crashes –

nose, cheek, fractures of kisses

a l...

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In the dullness of my night cap

are ten white stars.

They reach for me inside, a clay of thought,

a hard consciousness -

to soothe, to stroke,

a warm ellipse over my forehead,

a heavy mushroom descending to press.

They seep into my palm’s dive,

pouring my shoulder, a cleft of mercury –

eye to lid, transparent –

my ceiling, cloak spent and cotton

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A rag, a veil hacked with complaint –

dragging through my windpipe,

yellow wayward sacks of children,

bitten or burnt, without a home –

a compass air spokes my inner ear,

a design of irritation.

A drastic limp – my corner of charge –

hits, hemp and knock knee’d  -

there is a shatter of repulse, my falling

swallowed continuance,

heather seed pierced...

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This isn't anything to do with poetry but am hoping my lovely poet friends will help me out. I am running the brighton Marathon this sunday for The Cambodian Children's Society.

The Cambodian Children’s Charity (‘CamKids’) is a development and relief organisation, dedicated to providing direct aid to poor children in Cambodia. Its principal objective is to help children in Cambodia who are ...

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Into the submission,

I crawled - hands and knees,

a hinge of witch blood,

the bark, bedded down -

me, a girl of impressionable root.

tendrils of my better seed,

caught the needle and the sap,

pulled into the wood –

I was a girl, 

like everyone said.

It came for me 

 to

of ...

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Pale, the circumstance cowers in the unperformed –

tasting, without pretence, nor confirmation,

whispering greatly,

opal veils of smoke –

tides, sweet, a constant

pain.

A pearl forms, a melting star  -

of curving universe locks,

born on the ever looping sail –

never held,  a well climb

or a fall –

th...

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To rest, deft pretence, to rest –

shear your gloves with the zoo

of most incompatible common sense,

to bark and howl and squawk with full obedience -

the kind you are.

Be it a room of peacock eyes, singed in the heat

where no open window grooms,

or the quiver rut of rabbit clots,

breathing tightly in a burrow -

know your gut and the great gulping sorrow

a...

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Come in from the cold,

declares the rare hour, here to the day of sleep,

coughing and creeping through the burnt violin strings -

 the hallway buckling to its knees, saying please

make me human, run your thoughts over my arms,

here I am - welcoming you on the stairs.

Her hair tied up on her head,

tendrils of tumbling bees,

sigh in the shift of a trapped w...

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It breaks the distance,

rinses itself through my chest –

the pulp of conscious, the pulse

I hold, the touch of speed, close to

the coast of him. I disappear –

lines scolded white light,

eyes pouring thick, flesh folded.

It runs the future of my spine.

I shake the distance – the colour

tasted, chattering, wordless,

a mouth armour -  and v...

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Falling through the sallow plague –

mine, all mine, the weather reminds,

left in your place,  jade veins shooting through

a gold - untouchable, never invaded,

stained all the same;

an infection of kisses and petals up my arm.

The coo –

the ribbon route, floats the infant, calm –

a sway of circles,

a dawn of cradles

and where we are, sobbing;

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Callous flame!  The wall beckons tardy shadows; an eye of minute distance

where time is spare to change the movement –

fingers twitching like the curve of a Count’s back,  black on the wall -

a great mountain of ash.

I have my all, bent, doubled, cold chattering teeth

and Poe stowed in the gaps of my window

where in creeps the moors, swabbed with a woman’s pulse.

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I have a corner of the room, held tight against my chest –

it is worn, the shark teeth of a blanket, a blue shadow sewn

in the dimness of drawn curtains.  

No one reaches.

                                                                                                                                     The stillness echoes, warms my eyelids from underneath the fold...

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It is not a kind beat – the one that warms the colour of your eyes, the pupil gawping in a state of near hospitalization, draining the outside of all significance, for the life of it is in – in the pinnacle of unleash and the throb of completely knowing your lust; drag, animal, bated lush, tilted, and fruit injected, electric, hating like lover’s do.

It is the flick of blood and gun, the ru...

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He began –

generations of what should have been

in the palm of his hand; the creases of stone masonry and Christchurch,

better for the beaten, beaten for the man –

and crossed the river in her, the obscure

distances of chastity and love, the lulls of

a hidden blood –

an understanding, to the sore thought of what is lost

when all hope is gone, shackle snappe...

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