I spent the night of the crash speaking to Morpheus 

Telling him how your bones rattled 

Not like the psithurism of the trees in winter 

But like a hessian sack full of river smooth rocks 

Not tectonically, nothing as monumental 

But like sticks brittle from frost 

A personal earthquake 

Marrowed pins pushing through your beautiful sack of organs 

I told him how in the...

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Red string draped across the bare branches of an acacia tree 

Then pulled taut 

The emasculation of kitchen scissors 

She said 'sometimes it is beautiful just to survive' 

Sometimes you give up on yourself 

Just to keep up 

But what does that really mean for our soul 

Trapped in amber, staring out at the children playing in the park 

The sun basting your tender frame with h...

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like a tantric paste daubed across the night sky 

we danced. tracing sine waves like semaphore with  

hateful eyes glistening under the dull bloom of the universe. 

lids glued shut with sleepless shrapnel, lashes meeting tear 

streaked cheeks. though we kneel before him like a child, 

he does not hear our pleas. it took a lifetime, father, for us to raise 

the white flag and kiss...

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your haunting presence

scattered ashes melt the snow

seasons fall apart

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My mind is a tomb where the gods sleep 

To awaken in my dreams 

Past and future blur in to the present 

My hearts ink bleeds, staining the parchment of the days 

It took my mother three days to evict me from her soft place 

Aching for the blade to cut me out 

Peeling the flesh from the sacred ground 

An explosion of screaming guilt and bloody flesh 

To lay roots at the foot...

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I am smoking in bed and reading an article about 

The human soul weighing the same as a cigarette 

While my daily allowance of untapped clamor 

Forms snow like crusts on the eggshell sheets 

How do people keep it together in this world 

When only sleep winds back the ball of yarn 

That unravels slowly throughout the day 

A wet thread of fatigue that snakes through my hous...

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and so i spat

humanity?!

humanity is but a cleft palette

mutilating the angelic face of the earth

such cancer will not be irradiated with light

nor love will drown its feeble hive mind.

a sword! a sword!

diamond ricasso sharpened with hate

now watch me cleave from socket, rend

this vile wart that shocks the sirens light

and bury a mile high

the demons foul tha...

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[sweet little jenny]

her hair stands

erect[licked]

when kissing

when kissed

likethewind

blowsleaves

fromdripping

branches

not because

sheloveshim

but because

daddy spread her legs

in the dust of the

tool shed

a kissing

a kissing

(we all fall down)

he would

give her

all the shakes

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[i lay my head

on the chest

of

god]

[but i hear

[not a][      ]      

[heartbeat]

forihave

[gone]

[so very

far]

but further

[further

i must go]

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egg you are shot through with veins like a mother’s swollen teat

egg you are with feathered with mucus, like snot in a shell

egg you are a sparkling white albumen and a pallid, jaundiced yolk

whisked with cream and pepper you become a truffled cloud of disappointment

egg you are shit out, sat on, hatched or caught

will you be a mothers world or enrobed in cheap mayonnaise

perhaps...

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alva is who appears at midnight

with a mechanical needle one hundred metres long

sucking bleak black blood from the acne scars of mother

alva is here when i am alone and i lock my door

peeling crescent moons of rose red flesh

alva is the sin

that lets me think i can get away with it

the foolish pride

the gluttony

the decaying colostrum from your darkened nipples

alva ...

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its easier now with time to afford names to the neurosis that

i cast around you like piano wires, those that you simply laughed

off and those that edged into your flesh like pyracantha, strangling

the life from those people irresponsible enough to ask more than

my name. those that i held under the chill waters of my discontent,

bubbles rising like full stops from steel blue lips tha...

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take me in your autumn arms

for you are every photon

take me by the hand and

kiss me softly on my spring lips

for you are every leaf that ever fell

every berry that stained the prints

of shaking summer fingers

now...

lets drift around this wintered world together

and pretend no one ever told us

how much we were supposed to love.

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at its best it is a glass over a candle,

blinkered, immediate. we are not past

or future, just anchored now, gripped

just tight enough to finger-paint lust

on bony shoulders, just a couple more

scratches to blame on the cat, our

wrists reddened by weekend revelry.

how stale it felt on a rainy wednesday

but still you had read online that it

helped, that it might make you ...

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a man is placing silver coins on the eyes of his friend

who died in the night, a lonely wind blown into his mouth and through his marrow

and now the sulphurous glare of our greatest ally sends life through infinity

as it will until the teeth of our society are smashed from our gums

by the bayonet of impotence and jealousy that is the human race

and even then she will shine until the...

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boiling waves of deep sine wave bass –

flick the back of my eyes like the tip of a tongue

a butterfly-and im sweating through my socks

and im shedding my cells like midnight snakeskin

now you are walking slowly through a strobe light

you seem not to move at all

there/gone/there/gone

and you are my friend

and you are my friend

and you are my friend

and y...

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sometimes it takes the form of a pocket watch

or a shard of glass

we both saw him place the noose around her neck

a choker too tight with diamonds

nails bitten low enough to bleed

a sliver of blood blooming at the tip

placed softly like a crustless sandwich between pale chapped lips

tang of iron and medium rare steak         puddles of it now

walk softly, softly t...

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sometimes we just had to run

our eyes would meet across the bedroom floor

your leg would be twitching

mine would too

that nagging, lactic vibration just below the knees

when fathers thunder could be heard above the radio

despite the volume being so high that all that came out was white noise

sometimes we just had to run

run across the yard

with hollywood rain lashing in ...

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when darkness fell at last

the stars fell too

descending from heaven like so many glistening eyes

the gospel told us we would ascend to heaven

but the truth was contradictory

the heavens came to us

on that freezing cold night in late November

with our breath like dragons, our hands clammy despite the loss of feeling

we stood surrounded by countless burning candles

a brig...

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blue mountains, australia: there is more light here than dark, space is milky, pop and wheeze

i suspect you have been sleeping with my sister, my brother

svalbard: aurora borealis paints feathers of jade on a rich tapestry of pitch black

did she scream for you like she did for me

kalahari desert, early morning: sand melts to glass melts to water melts the eyes

a trillion billion pan...

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you spent so long in that obsidian chamber

that you named each worm of light that crept in

named them based on the complexity of the pattern

that exploded behind your eyelids

for to open your eyes and view them would be blinding

this one is paul

a single line pulsing oranges and blues

next cronos

a ring of white heat around a pale, milky ball

once a week heimdallr struck...

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bolt the door

mummy is in bed

with faberge eggs

with diamond rings

daddy is at work

his yarn slowly unravelling

in the stained armchair

let golden birds

flitter flutter

let rockets

shoot sparks

to the moon

let the wise old owl

take you by the hand

scrunch up your eyes

don’t let the tears out

if mummy calls

turn up the volume

if daddy screams

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i would be good for eating

it started innocently enough

a bite of the lower lip

stretched just that touch too far

a nibble on the neck that left a muted firework of blood blisters for the rest of the day

the teeth marks you left in my index finger as i explored your mouth

you would be good for eating

it shifted so subtly that we barely noticed

like the gradually d...

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he inhabits the tenuous dead space where

ampersands float beyond blinking spots of

daylight, lost in whorls of third eye blindness.

he is blasted new from fractious nerve

endings that shoot a thousand tiny deaths

through elements, through cosmic notes

lifted from the songbook of infinite night.

he whispers barbs like crude missiles tipped

with toxicities, hemlock ...

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no one ever thinks about the moon

how it must feel staring down at the earth

watching us love and fuck and destroy each other

premium tickets to an exhibition of annihilation

if the moon could talk

i think it would say

when the carrion picks the carcass clean

the blood that drips from his beak is always red

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a tiny flake

your lips

fell to earth

whispered

then kissed my hot cheek

you smelt like heaven

and dissolved as we met

i dissolved when we met

a fragile alliance

                                like a snowflake

a moment in time

                                a tear rolled down my cheek

a tear in time and space

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virgin flakes land soft explode on the tongue

the taste of promise of something beginning

and ending in an instant then pooling behind

the painted smiles of children.

and what are we but footprints in the snow 

laid deep and resonant by crunching soles 

a thousand tiny guides to the end times 

then slate wiped by fresh fall.

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even under a microscope

snowflakes keep their magical shape

like charms cut from paper by smooth,

shaky hands during december.

if you are a snowflake i envy you

because i am trembling just below

the surface,

a ripple of pure light that burst forth

from god, has struck the morning dew

and now has no idea where to shine.

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clouds like beautiful silk breeze against the cobalt sky

we walk through a field of dandelions

as time flows around us

quiet little monsters crawl over our skin

last week i saw him

like dirt trapped under a fingernail

your hands are sweaty

you are nervous

i turn to you and smile

everything turns to dust eventually

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in the time of leif ericson

from roughly hewn granite

a bright white elk struck forth

arrows jutting from its neck like needles

soft fur caked with blood

through smoke and fire that stung the mizzling sky

it opened its crackling mouth

muzzle appeared from muzzle

teeth gnashed at lip

tongues wrenched free, swallowed whole

and such a child was born that was both light a...

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my mother used to tell me the tale

of the man who swallowed the sky

she said long ago there was a boy

whose life was spent in wanting

who looked for his answers at the bottom of a bottle

but found nothing of any use

so he looked elsewhere

in the prick of a needle

the haunt of serotonin

tobacco and gold

he consumed it all but found no relief

so he ate a girls heart

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south of the ruins of angkor wat

where nature long ago struck back at mankind

a fat white man wrings the heat from his t-shirt

while a 14 year old girl paces next to him

swollen with new life and heavy with shame

the roots spread through her temple

at night he dines in hotel bars

sweats in to his cold beer

while his bride lies in a darkened room

tears long ago ...

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the girl with galaxies in her veins

sits weeping in her bathroom

she casts a line down the drain

hopes to find her memories

memories of pyramid spices in marrakesh

of turmeric in bangladesh

of cayenne and bright green coffee beans

memories of the man with the tiny opal box

of the darkened rooms and double vision

pavements turn to gold and eyes turn milky

there is...

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with my shaking finger

i trace your ribs like mountains

i drink in the birdsong

lick the spit from your tongue

the calmest i ever felt

was when i reached for your hand

now the hate turns me on

like you never could

if this was war

our cities would be rubble

our eyes would sting with the dust of the fallen

our tears would feather the dirt

there is a...

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i tried to tell you how i felt about the universe

how i was overcome with the immensity of it

how i would wake up in the morning

with a vacuum between my heart and my gut

an empty space where my bravery should be

what is my motivation for this scene?

you are afraid

what am i afraid of?

of your own power

i don’t understand

don’t you believe in infinity?

so...

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on tuesday we became the sky

pulled the clouds over our faces like shrouds

poured out vitriol from our mouths, the sun

took the silver sliver of the moon in to our arms and struck the hearts of our enemies

on wednesday we became the earth

tore clumps of sod and soil from the wounded land

used trees as spears, rocks as bullets

hurled tectonic plates, sent smashing against the w...

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upon opening the meat, venison, i smelt the blood,

a thick, violet paste, rancid like glue

as i dropped the cubes into the searing copper pan

I saw the maggots pop and crisp like discarded fingernails

some exploding entirely in the heat

still more maggots came then

searching for the moments between my bones

under the leather of my skin, sucking the marrow from my cartilage

...

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what happens in your dream she asks

me on a day at a time i do not know

and i cannot speak i am just terrified,

terrified of him, the man from my past who

is now stood in the corner of the room

fading into the shadow of the filing cabinet

like a detuned radio and he stinks, oh god

he stinks like a summers waste bin and again

she asks me what is wrong  and i turn to her

a...

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the sand lies within us just beneath the surface

but no one will find it not customs officials

or surgeons or cheap state psychologists

searching for photographs of smothered children

the sand we keep within us we draw it in

deep breath in and if we are lucky the fire

in our hearts is strong enough to melt it

into the glass that we use in our later years

to stare at our nei...

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you never appreciated basquiat

i felt for you

you told me you only saw a childs scrawling

a cry for attention from a petulant teen

a mentally challenged adult hastily daubing a canvas

before the voices overwhelmed him

before the stench of the shit in the world got too much to bear

the tendrils of emetic despair wafting through the grate

in his run down bathroom

cartoon l...

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as a fire burns within me i sit in a hut

with a white eyed woman/milk-eyed/like marbles sunk into lips of bruised

fat/hair like rust on silk/each strand disintegrating in loops and leaves

in the solid breeze flowing from somewhere far eastern

and dangerous/where horns are ground for impotence and kaffir

lime leaves scent the air like the perfume of an elderly lady with

...

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the gap                                  between the

platform                                 and the train

he boards                               each night to

travel home                            was nothing

compared                               to the gap

between                                him and                his family

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my name is the sound

that you make late at night

the scream stuck

behind eyes glazed with sleep

fingernails riven

scraping oak boards

the shield of the moon

shuts down at my touch

a mystic

a savage

i come

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in veils of black crepe silk she rose

each night to tempt my tongue

a phoenix in mourning

at the window a whisper

a gap so small

the nursery lies empty

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in school you were a goddess to me

i dreamt of kissing your feet

you were the first girl to make me erupt

to coax out my seed

to transform a clueless boy in to one in tune with his body

but we never spoke

in college you were fading

the albatross of popularity sagged around your love bitten neck

the skirts became shorter to ensure the eyes remained fixed

while i...

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by day we feast on sweaty mediocrity

hunched over keyboards dripping with seed

a thousand lovely ants shackled by sin

but the night is ours to wander

to stand under the colossal slate sky

our souls alive and burning like the first flame

brought to life by flint and tinder

we float up through roofs and windows

and set our minds free in the vastness of conscience

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i first encountered death at midnight

stumbling through the creaking pines

needles crackling under my bare feet

there lay the fallen rabbit, lit by the moon

its fur matted and stomach bloated

finally, i met death before my parents

could cut me off and sanitise the area

i poked and prodded with a stick purloined

from the tree where my urine was drying

and uncovered its si...

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look straight at the sun when it is snowing.

see each flake flecked and fanged with fire.

at last this is not mere frozen rain, but skin,

human skin falling, in strips and patches, air

cloying with the stench of rubber and carbon.

iodine stains the fingers brown as hair sheds

from scalps thick grit with dust and detritus

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meeting someone between the hours of 2am and 5am

is different to meeting them during the day.

you speak to them in hushed tones, share the moment with them,

the idea that you are the only people left on earth,

the only people special enough to be up at this time,

a time whenever everyone else is deep in slumber

and you are left to appreciate how the world keeps tur...

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spitting on the carpet

waiting for the day to fade

allow the vomit to dry on the wall

so much easier to clean that way

push the chunks down the sink

through the little holes

to the nether realm

the place where the rats live

perhaps they will enjoy last nights dinner

perhaps they will enjoy the blood

the flat coca cola

matted fur and mangy teeth

i can hear them c...

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the leaky tap it mocks my plight

its dripping never ceases

and in the sweat sink of the night

its mockery increases

it tap tap taps upon my brain

my rest it does encumber

like lying ‘neath the pouring rain

it wont turn off

it wont give in

am i never to slumber

the leaky tap it will not stop

pitter patter pitter patter

i lie in bed and curse its leak

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not sure if this will work, im working on a piece of concrete/visual poetry for a journal that want poems on the theme of symbiosis. hoping i can somehow post it here although not sure if it will work so be prepared for edits and deletions galore.

edit. not worked so i have uploaded it on my profile as a photo. any feedback etc. 

edit 2. think this is the link. 

http://www.write...

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such magnificence

we drown in our words

intoxicated

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so this is the twenty first century

i am witnessing my mum lose her mind over email

each of us pour like cheap poster paint over the canvas of our daily lives

seeping into the nebulous cracks and depressing pits of routine

i have two tranquilizers left but three days until payday

the last novel i read portrayed a society a hundred years from now

where technology had become sentie...

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we three sit in syzygy

picking faults

parsing each sentence

you, the celestial centre

serene when seen from space

but roiling and folding on the surface

violent and beautiful

under heavy layers of make up

mascara landslides and fuck me red lips

me, the interloper

a mere satellite to your turbulent beauty

hoping your gravitational pull

will hook me in

and...

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lying in the sun is the most self-destructive thing we can do

a chance at a slow death

melanoma

a chance at a quick death

burning skin

sizzling like bacon in a pan

fat rendering

hairs crackling

a pile of warm bones

there are crumbs in my bed

because sometimes i make sandwiches in bed

i have a table

but sometimes i make sandwiches in bed

which is to ...

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can we hope to feel weightless again

under the scorn of mothers storm clouds

mother as gravity

mother as love

mother as the great tides of the moon

can we hitch a ride on a mayfly

the sweat from our hands slowly disintegrating his delicate wings

until we collapse to the floor

shaking and sweating

the foil breaks each time i need an answer

the bottl...

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slick sheets cling like a shroud

full moon bruised sky

ceaseless thoughts fling sharp nails

tick tick ticking clock never stops never stops

its 2am tick tick tick

one bead of sweat crawls down my spine

i long for those pulses of exhaustion

those gloved hands wrapped around my throat

to sleep sweet dreams and stick for a brief eternity

ceaseless thoughts fling sharp nails

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think of life as a visit to the aquarium

stood stock still, perhaps with a loved one

perhaps alone

gazing at the tranquil verdi-gris wonder beyond the glass

mottled raphaels and muddied catfish grazing the bottom of the huge tank

the darting shoals of corydoras, scales gleaming in the golden light

the fluorescent coral reefs sheltering thousands of miniscule beings

now im...

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last night

two dreams

i am in a stately home

that has been taken over by the military

like the one in 28 days later

they dress us up in santa outfits

so we are easy to identify among the green topiary and hedges

they release us one by one

give us five minutes to hide

then the snipers start picking us off one by one

one large lady makes it to the gate

but as sh...

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this is how far i have fallen

i cut out your eyeballs and devour them whole

i sleep with your entrails

arranged carefully on the side of the bed where you used to lay

a t-shirt you once wore

the jeans that you outgrew

the gloves you wore that still smell of your hands

the expensive cream you rubbed on your palms after gardening

how i ridiculed you for buying such thing...

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do every stupid thing to make you feel alive – john darnielle

punch a wall to feel the blood run between your fingers

stick your fingers in the socket

tell your children they will never amount to anything

drink energy drinks until you shake

walk backwards up the stairs

switch hands

find a cactus and kiss it

stick your fingers in the desk fan

smash every bulb and emb...

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at least once a week i have a dream that i can only wake up from

by rubbing orange segments in to my eyes

the average cloud weighs the same as a hundred elephants

i think we should get awards for doing mundane things like washing and leaving the house

this way we would make depressed people feel better about not being able

to achieve the lofty goals of the ‘normal’

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new dawn

salt blue slate grey

push my head down under water

see me                 bobbing

feel me                                reaching

save me bright light release me

from sin i am saved

then you played my favourite song

as we danced in a circle

around

and around

each step

as waves

each hand

held tight

flowing silk

flowing water

we all

rais...

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i just can't stop thinking

about being naked on a wrecking-ball

and licking hammers...

am i the only one that hates queen size beds?

buy the right size bedding for the size of the bed

complete with fake names

i always hated your pussy

die alone tonight

THE DANCER MADE FIRE DANCE

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mother

you seem almost disappointed

now i have grown hair

and left your breast

mother

at times you look at me

as one eyes a disappointing windfall

its grey, milky paste still lingering in the mouth

mother

is it that you can no longer protect me

or that i can no longer protect you

from life and its unending troubles

mother

you said i was not mad...

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when i am lonely

i think of all the places

that i came on you

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sleep betrays me again

there are faces in the artex that only i can see

i melt at thirty seven degrees

i want to break your heart

there is a dead star in the night sky with more hope than me

have i ever been bitten by a shark before

i can feel the teeth puncturing my skin

how soft my leg would feel between its jaws

how it would drag me down

the water turning red around m...

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and in the back of every car and the pocket of every coat there is a flask

full of light and the light tastes good like hope and the light tastes bitter

because with hope comes expectation and with expectation comes the

realisation that not everything is going to work out perfectly every time

some things may not work out at all but for those times when the light

is bitter we can que...

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there is a light within you

it sieves through your pores

it spatters the walls

it draws the moths

its crepuscular

its iridescent

its magnificent

my god

there is so much light within you

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so softly flowers grow through the blood bray of the cello

thick slate clouds wound darkest jet night skies

violin raindrops patter at rough leather faces

rusted horns rip questions through shell shocked silence

the angelic chorus spit out ragged sutures

seraphim explode in ears blocked with mud

Hosanna in excelsis

the armed man goes to war

Hosanna in excelsis

...

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A short, philosophical piece using text manipulated from 5* reviews of the book 'Fifty Shades of Grey' taken from Amazon UK.

my wife loves collecting and reading books

pressing blossoms between the pages over and over again.

all life experiences should be mutually shared.

tear out my heart to soak up oil.

cry a few times, sometimes with joy.

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at five a.m energy sieves through the minds of the asleep

creating pools of thought on the cool pillows and satin sheets

but i am awake tonight because i had the dream again

the dream where we are eating animal biscuits

and you are naked on the floor

and i am using the elephants and rhinos to enact a safari scene

on the jutting ranges of your ribs

and it is hot so hot that the...

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it would be easier for me if it was

1945

and we could break open a little pill pot with a hardback copy of Céline

spend a short lifetime staring at each other

sweating blossom like basho

it would be easier for me if jazz was still

it

if i could wear a hat without being the only other person in the room

who is wearing a hat(?)

it would be easier i...

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in the absolute darkness i have worms in me

the worms are made of kissing you

its dark but i still cannot sleep

i am smothered alone

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will you see me like i saw him

slamming his son into a kitchen cabinet

blood matting in blonde hair

fear white fingers searching in the drawer

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this will be the third day i have not wrote a poem

wordsbackupinsidemefesteringandfermenting

Capital Letters scratch at my throat as i heave them onto the screen

punctuation like yawns are, catching.

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and i become a dull red c flat

played on a rusted harp

brain frayed and fuzzed

furred over like a cheap peach

and i become a drum roll

each skin beat thrumming

each crackling snare fizzing and popping

like pop rocks and coke

and i become your voice

angelic sexuality

like the sun rose out from your throat

rays and flares spinning and spitting

dribbling down your ...

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it was raining

back then it often did

wellies and yellow coats for both of us

me thomas the tank engine

you danger mouse

the wind nearly blew us over

but we stood firm

in a hundred years they would name stars after us

a bit of wind wouldn’t keep us down

you tore off like you always did

ignoring mums warnings

the safety net of childhood would hold you tight

strai...

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daybreak

nine thirty

wake up

two paracetemol

two ibuprofen

one can tenants

ready to go

bus to town

key of ketamine on the way

headphones on

talking heads

endless triumphal drums

songs about houses

bus stop

bum a smoke

get to town

three pints in spoons

meet up with joe

no money left

no problem joe gives me it on tick

joe says there is a pa...

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sweet little bird

thunderous grey tom

no contest

snow settles

on the lip

melts

leaves

green gold grey gone

time passes

stick thrown

russet blur

returns

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let us never forget

as he leaves number ten, he

fucked a dead pigs head

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and we drill into her

and we plug her mouth with sand

and we burn holes in her hair

and we tie her up in tight binds so she cannot break free

and we swarm over her like lilliputians raping and wrecking

and we stub our cigarettes and crack pipes out in her eyes and on her arms

and we sit so tightly on her chest and lungs that where once burst forth a victorious answer

now there...

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low autumn sun

stained glass leaves

no breath

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what insane work is this we undertake daily

to free ourselves from freedom to clip cuffs

around our reddened wrists to shackle our

god given right to fly free over the rivers of

babylon to soar into the skies and talk to the

angels.

what futile resistance we place like

rotten fences, barriers around our souls while

smiling and laughing and dying bit by bit

in front ...

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pitch black northern sky

neon watercolour bruise

a signal from god.

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i walk under pale skies

the sun falls to the ocean

scotch rich on my tongue

how many lonely moons

to dim your blinding light

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to make sense of the world as best we can

this is how we live

you are a quatrain to me

you are a sonnet

my mother is a villanelle 

her brain corroded

the violence of words take flight from our pens

my heart is the white space

between lines of faded text.

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our star                                makes its weary way      once more

dead neon cityscapes

forced will           shine light      endless cut throat razors

illuminate       silence                  burn justice         shadows

our star                                makes its weary way      coruscating drops of

dull red blood

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i push them back the memories of what we did

of what we did that day i push them back and

keep them down like fermenting fruit our rotten

lies i push them back down to the pit of my stomach

where they roil and rumble like a faraway storm i

keep them in locked in my bodies cell behind ribcage

bars i keep them in no light no visitors just water and

bread to keep them in but some...

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that night i dreamt of lying with jesus

feeling his tears running down the small of my back

his breath on the nape of my neck

setting hairs alight

why? he whispered

but i could not answer

he held me close and told me i was loved

kissed my bare skin

and as i felt the knife run my wrists

we lay dying on a bed of thick white stars

the blood pooling at our feet

the lig...

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this morning i am mountains

each word i sing an avalanche

each stride i take a tectonic shift

i survey the world below me

i wrap my fingers round your throat

i play you like a lyre

my little orpheus

i keep you in a hole

i dress you in leaves

how fine it would be

to disconnect your spine

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i thought nothing of the sobbing child

running the other way

his parents wearing masks of unrest

eyes darting to the ground when we met

why didn’t you tell us

i led you down the steep steps

carved into the rock, affording no view of the sea

each one shifting from mud to sand

gradually

as we neared the beach

why the hell didn’t you tell us

the ki...

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fermi’s paradox asks us an important question

if drake’s equation tells us that the amount of inhabited planets in our galaxy

just our galaxy

is between 1000 and 100000000

then where are all the aliens?

fermi’s paradox gives us many theories, from very convincing and slightly sad

the size of the galaxy means we are unlikely to ever meet any other intelligent race

down to the l...

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-sometimes i feel so much that all i can do is sleep

i watch youtube videos of sunsets at triple speed

i imagine the sun is dropping into the sea like a giant bloody ball

i close my eyes and wait for the waves of beautiful fury to wash over me

they never come

you never come

they beat another man to death last night

they shot another woman on the streets

...

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this town smells like egg

the lines in the elders faces look like they have been sandblasted on

no crows feet here

just bird shit

years of forlorn drudgery

decades of exhaustion

and for what

for a smile?

for a comfy bed?

better think again

kit kats four for a pound in home bargains

grab hold of this little ember of hope

while we suc...

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watch the painters

watch the poets

drug the children

don’t let them create

watch the authors

watch the musicians

drug the populous

don’t let them create

watch the smokers

give them beer instead

don’t let them wander

don’t let them wonder

watch the third eye

keep it firmly shut

don’t let people find out

how firmly they are fucked

drug the children

...

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four kittens drowned in a plastic bag that someone paid 5p for

my mother hangs up on my failed suicide plea because her jam is boiling over

and really            it is a nightmare to get out.

i sit at the breakfast table picking rusted nails out of my porridge

you swear you never put them there

i have had a migraine for fourteen years

the last three notes i to...

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nothing sums up the inherent sadness of the world like mahler

he seemed to just ‘get it’, whatever it was

listen to symphony no. 5 and he could be sound tracking a million of our minor breakdowns

a thousand broken hearts

a hundred heroes lost to war

a dozen dry men down to their last pennies

or a single drowning child

sometimes i think it’s just me and mahler that can see how ...

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the rusted smoke of a cigarette dribbling serenely through the night sky.

the ethereal chaos of liquid nitrogen, broiling and burning out of the canister moments after reducing a crisp, red rose into a thousand heartbroken pieces.

the quasi-panic of rising darkness pouring up from behind a hill or forest, before sweet relief at the discovery of a bonfire, a charcoal burner, a farmer in contr...

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1.

i have seen the greatest minds of this generation committed to automated creative genocide, whitewashing blind fear and hate through the veins of the populous.

who injected the poisonous ideas of unity through the lonely, ethereal notions of connectivity that exist purely to isolate and persecute.

who stared at their mobile phones, skin like plastic bags, sightlessly tapping at plastic...

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its summer now

but each night i wait until dark

and creep outside for a cigarette

feel the timeless cascade of the moon on my skin

across the road i made a friend

another bright orange glow

the end of a cigarette

up high in a window

distant but comforting

what part of my life would they join me in

was this late night associate to become my new lover

my new mother

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glacial

blurred

we float like angels

between silken sheets

i play you soft as a cloud

bowed strings and broken sighs

until sweet halcyon crescendos

erupt from the garden

then lo! such delight

our fear subsides

and we are one

until we wake

blurred

glacial

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my face hits the cold, cotton pillow

and i dream...

He lies on a pale, white bed

His body drained and damaged by needles and fears

His lips recede in a snarl                baring yellowing teeth

I lean in to hear him        he is mumbling

‘I have tried’

‘I have tried’

‘I have tried’

the man with stars for eyes hands me a scalpel

acid tears sting his ch...

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inspired by this weeks poem of the week, i have endeavoured to delve into my own blissful days of anarchy. this is an entirely true story. 

in my nether years, when i lived and loved in london

i knew a man named, simply, ‘scouse’

scouse was a spike island attendee

a real madchester product

although he was, obviously, from liverpool

scouse served the food at my univ...

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'beware of the flowers cause i'm sure they're gonna get you...yeah' - john otway

cool summer breeze blows

i wake as thick as treacle

best close the window

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small sad

windows crying

bad skies make them

i sit in the back of the car

i don’t fight why must we fight

they tell me that it is grown up talk

but i hear the words at school they use

when people fight i like to imagine a piano

or maybe a big drummer playing the drums

they gave me a walkman to listen to

i turn it up loud when they fight

i sit in the back of the car

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tight chest sweats in bed

shaking fingers set alarms

three in the morning

thank god for late night shopping

i won’t have to see a soul

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if you are sad today just remember

that every single movement and thought

you have is painting an indelible,

fantastic picture on the endless

doodle pad of time and space.

so make all your thoughts positive

and all your movements good ones.

use the brightest golden colours

to inform this universe that you are here,

that you are unique and that you love.

let every sing...

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this morning i woke and from every corner of the earth came evil

i inhaled the loss of a mother, grieving for her child

i inhaled the barbarity and sin of an alcoholic father,

      laying carefree in his own vomit and someone elses blood

i inhaled the cries of anguish let forth from a thousand raped women

i inhaled the prayers of every dying man, knelt on the floor in hope

i inh...

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right the wrongs come write them down

write the smiles to right the frown

right the news by writing fast

write today to right the past

right the boat that lists at sea

write the truth for all but me

right the minds of those that sin

write to matter, write to win

right the writings on the wall

write for righting one and all

right the wrongs

come write...

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i grow tired of writing poems in response to atrocities

perpetuated by those i am genetically forced

to call members of my species

and satan doesn’t dwell in the bowels of the earth

but he lives in the pools of innocent blood slowly clotting on the floors

and walls of our wonderful home and its not that you are just wrong

but you are odious and vile,

piling up pound coins and ...

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‘such singing’s going on in the streets-

the people look like flowers at last’

tiny arms like unbaked bread sit silt-like sodden in drains and gutters

sun-dried skin and powder bones peel back to reveal great orchids

blooming, shooting from sockets and cages and tiny feet bound

with industrial strength tape to fit tight into shoes now mass produced

by brothers and sisters st...

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lambs washed away in the stream of capitalist bullshit

leaving bloody entrails clinging to golden rocks

covered with silky green moss and

lo! become a god and

lo! become a rich man

step on the faces of those weeping souls

who have fallen to the ground

trampled under foot by howling, gibbering gimps

wearing the flesh of their mothers

and the flesh of their fathers

pass...

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i tell you

it was a comedy of errors

when i tripped balls with billy shakespeare

we picked up a henry from macbeth

split it measure for measure

at first we agreed

it was much ado about nothing

we sat and laughed at a dog for a while

much like the merry wives of Windsor

who joined us for a quick smoke

but then

a tempest reared its ugly head

cymbalines crashed

...

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i need

a break

that

‘s better

a way to

(wrap this all up

without leaving any

loose end...

...s

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how i miss those soft, grey times

gathered in a dim room

awaiting the unleavened bread

baked next door with shaking hands

before being torn and consumed

passed around like a whore

the flesh of the son

taken into soft mouths

and willing throats

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i have replaced you with a potted plant

now i can breathe again

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i sat under the stars tonight on the still warm hood of a corvette

and the lights of the town were real dim and the sky was bright

with icy blue spots of time and gases and elements shifting and

flitting between states and the radio played some okkervil river

and i couldn’t help thinking that damn it were all the same, it’s

hilarious, were all the same and yet all we do is repel eac...

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“It isn't enough for your heart to break

because everybody's heart is broken now.” - Allen Ginsberg

we are all brittle and spotless and so infinite

standing under the same endless spark blue sky

staring through the generations of madness

to find a reason for this seeming insignificance

and god is not the reason but man is the reason

man and his eternal need to cause suffe...

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you said

it consumes me

this perpetual night

smothering light, casting hopeless

shadows

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its in your eyes, the anger growing. i wait i wait.

when you finally pop it’s like a sci-fi explosion,

the ones that are so big they are tiny for an instant,

the whole universe sucking inwards, imploding,

before a mega-tonne shit-storm of blue/white heat

and unapologetic rage hit me like a tsunami of ire.

for a brief moment i think about running, but i know

from bruised sepia ...

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its raining pellets so i dash home as fast as i can

and at the door i take off my coat and shoes

and then i take off my top and jeans and then

i peel off my sopping wet skin and shed my

withered muscles and eggshell bones

until i am just a huge pile of clotting blood and

a bright blue soul, the brightest blue, and i

ask you now what more can i do?

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lies like black cherry pits ferment inside

minds fizz and pop like cheap champagne

 until the cork blows glass shatters hatred

spews forth in a tidal wave of putrefaction

your words are a high school massacre

your breath is a gun pressed against the temple

of a child before bubbles burst through blistered

skin and crimson life slides to the floor

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i’m jealous of my heart, i wish i could hide behind bone and skin.

all i wanted as a young adult was cotton sheets until my friend told me about egyptian cotton sheets.

i base my purchasing history on the things i believe an invisible person, who judges my life, would be most pleased with.

i cannot check under my daughters bed for monsters because i am never entirely sure there will not b...

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as a child, it seemed cruel to call them both catkins and pussy willows

if, when plucked, no such kitten appeared

but cruel things happen

they snowball in adulthood

until you look for fragments of light

clouds like acne marks in the night sky

a smile from someone you love

a hero living up to your expectations

like catkins, you appeared only briefly

allergic to everything...

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last week a milk truck overturned on the motorway

causing several fatalities and dozens of casualties

and we drove past the stretch of road about twenty

minutes after it happened and saw the bodies laid

out and the cars crushed and the lorry driver whimpering

and the mothers crying and the paramedics terrible

frantic as people died in their arms and the milk

was everywhere dry...

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Oh serotonin, come to me

Like a siren in the sea

Fill my CNS with fun

Steer me from the loaded gun

Force me into making friends

Save me from those sticky ends

Sweet 5-hydroxytryptamine

Stop my soul from acting mean

Flood my gastrointestinal tract

Touch my tongue with truth and tact

Full up enterochromaffin cells

Ensure my marriage doth go w...

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Turning the clocks back

Summer breeze pours through the field

Dandelions sway

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there was something soft and shapeless

about the way i died

crushed beneath cezannes       

le jardinier vallier

the brash blocks of emotive oil

floating from the canvas

choking my pores like vines

throttling a crumbling French farmhouse

as you sat on a wooden stool

resting in the cool green shade

shapes and contours gripped

vice-like around my smiling throat

th...

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we wait for something beautiful

then we destroy it

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The sky is tragic, rippled with fire

I dream I am chased by a pale horse

I dream I am watching myself fighting in the Civil War

In black and white

Struck between the shoulder blades by a spear

My screams muffled by turf and tears

I dream of you and the way the sun melted your eyes

How I held you close as your liquorice skin charred and scorched

How I promised I would never ...

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and once we had seen

                decades of neon sadness

                                                we

danced, we shone

                we ached,

sad news

                                                enhanced woe

          oceans  saddened.

          deadened, ended

          an ache

          a séance

                          ...

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i find you shooting paradoxes with an air rifle

in the adrenal cortex of georges bataille.

you are wearing a dress of glittering electrons

and a phalaenopsis smile.

a hot, graphite beam of infinite cumuli

puffs whimsical from my fevered brain

and as your swollen belly distends further,

shooting psychedelic rainbow seahorses

into the ether of our love, i smile.

 we h...

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that night we both dreamt of resurrection

i roll your emotions like a rubber ball between my glowing palms

and take your minds yolk in my veins

you whispered  its so brittle, this life

you were uncontrollably sad       trembling

because we will never be able to occupy

the exact same physical space.

i stand before a crowd and read poetry

but i cannot pronounce...

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we are lying on the carpet in the living room

dust motes moil and rumble in idle waves-

lit by the warm orange beams of the low winter sun

dust is hair and skin and everything that is lost

i have been falling apart for some time.

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if you walk past the diner just after seven o’clock

once dusk has bruised the pink peach flesh of the day

and the taxi lights scream yellow murders outside the window

you can see the waitress, now a cleaner, in her lime green

smock, whirling and pirouetting through the air with

her mop, a noble gas, a neon sign, dancing, slipping and

scything through the empty spaces, fly free sw...

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in all the years we spent together you never understood that food was art,

love and kindness. not just fuel, a paste of flour and water shovelled hastily

inwards, enough to drag you through the ashes of another day and no more.

the humble risotto vexed you the most, snarling and clucking into the pan as i

slowly ladled the hot, homemade stock onto the glistening grains of arborio rice,

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...clattered into the pane

like a meteorite of feathered rubbing,

beak and claw ensuring 

the whole room lifted an inch before rushing to the window,

now flecked with crimson loss and hairline fractures,

a scream trapped tight behind the teeth of a child.

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shard 1

death

wet concrete

i spit out my tooth

tea stained enamel

silver filling

blood follows

i can hear the siren

its drawing closer

the blood mingles with the rain

the tooth is washed downstream

the ambulance is here

its midnight

my chariot beckons

shard 2

strobe/haiku

s/e/e/n/t/h/r/o/u/g/h/a/s/t/r/o/b/e/l/i/g/h/t

p/e/o/p/l/e/m/o...

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we have amplified every fracture and spark

so that the scraping and shattering rings out

like tiny spaceships exploding in frightened ears

the repetitive blood scrawl of a panic attack taking places for centuries

the birth of something different through the liquidation of something feared

each tremulous key tap and flossing reed

circular breathing for hysterical conflic...

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around here the day often was and the night often is

and you had been inside but are outside now

with a wind-up torch and a sheer satin gown which makes you look

fabulous in the moonlight. you are

pruning the blood red roses which are the only thing

i can remember that were and are,

the petals falling to the floor without sound.

the depths of my mind were not but now are and

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milky eyes like miscast marbles

bones like splintered pickup sticks

neurons fire in operation

brace her back with lego bricks

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remember

the shadow is

black

and the night is black

also.

so the shadow

could be

any monster you choose.

now a kiss good night

means see you later.

fear

embalms

the

alligator.

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over time i learnt the name of each splintered bone

that was cricked and cracked when he stretched me,

basked in the salt flat sun like a lizard shedding

the dead weight of damp sweat canvas, like scab-

skin sticking to the sheets that i could still taste

even after the first gargle of castor oil  for god

and forgiveness.

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in mizzling mists                he mends your way

copper wire        trains your limbs               to worship his

like a bonsai       white pine         in a denim pot

celtic knots         hiss and hum     at night but         not,

         not,

         not for anyone but you

tonight                                 he sews your mouth shut

and lets his blood ...

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roots like gnarled vomit

spew forth from the gore soaked earth

soiled glasses ground underfoot

the girls here are young

but i am careful

i see you coming from afar

hold your tiny body in my fingers

and crush you like an ant.

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Welkin dim and waves a ‘foaming

Splay my love a ‘midst the gloaming

Body bent and body broken

Red throat slit with legs split open

O’er kelp and kale and krill

Flew the clipper ghostly still

Come the sun and come the mourning

Claret sits a fateful warning

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today you are so much to me that i barely notice all the other insignificant things

that fall from the eyes of time like sprats and minnows

sprinkling the pond of my ambivalence while you,

you rage above me, splitting the skies,

sending koi carp crashing like thunderous waves on a hand painted sea.

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