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Poetry

April 10, 2017

at half past nine we drink cheap wine from the bottle. the zest stays later when our fur coats drip with courage. now I’m dancing with a nameless girl — she’s wearing velvet and everyone’s watching us cheek to cheek and I swear she’s french (that’s why we don’t speak). soon we’re going rogue doing […]

April 3, 2017

It has been so long,
 so long since I differentiated between the noises and signals.   On my path to light,
 I’ve shot down all the black stars. 
 Left them to crumble and decay in the cosmic dusts: they’re nothing but noises, to my heart.   Time is up,
 light is on,
 and I […]

March 27, 2017

What the actual fuck Are you fucking kidding me Why would you do that?   I only loved you And you pull this shit on me I can’t believe this.   It happened again What a fucking idiot. How dumb can I be?   And yet I still bleed, Her face still lingers in thoughts, […]

March 27, 2017

get real we were always just stepping stones erich von daniken saw the footprints of the gods chris connery saw the trademarks of capitalism who’s gonna give a damn if they don’t/can’t remember that the whole of the donut is filled with coconuts they’re after american pie in the east and some kind of zen […]

March 27, 2017

well, [in thick black ink, siapo] you broke me open. so i seek you out again to heal   (lou tupuga — what would they say now)   try ssssever all links with the past but it keeps coming back to bite you, weil lo’u kuna.. (i can hear you snicker at the cliché) ‘ia […]

March 20, 2017

the sun’s glitter reflects off the water which pools and whirls into pale pink with purple hues light catches around all the edges of your body   i lay back and watch the steam rise from the water  the way the smoke ends from a chimney before it drifts into the small century of the […]

March 13, 2017

So there’s me, sprawled across the bed eating bits of biscuit like Bacchus, and you, half out of a suit, looking at me as if I’m street-art you scraped off a wall on the way home. Wine-red dress spilt on the floor, so drunk we pulled the mattress from the bed and crushed a packet […]

March 3, 2017

  I am walking in circles besides square windows: you do not stay to hear my answers.   Space never knew the balance between apologies and presence. Plates find their way to the dishwasher, tucked   beside each other down the bank. The plateau of two conversations that meet their end,   get tangled, walk […]

September 4, 2016

Objectively speaking ‘Hera’ is a beautiful name even if in formal situations you introduce yourself forthwith: ‘Lindsay Bird’. A half lie   propagated before the whole in which you deliver sincerely the lines: “I am savant in the breeder business I’m re-elongating pugs’ noses.”   With your hair pulled back a nondescript audience— nodding—fails to […]