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June 6, 2017

“What the actual fuck” Do not write about it here, I’m a poet too.   She never loved you, Can’t you see that it was wrong? You are wasted space.   Should not have happened, You tried to take advantage. How dumb can you be?   Continue to bleed, We’ll drag your name through the […]

May 29, 2017

eyes all opened hit the sun tentative your pitch was wobbly like your lower lip   I couldn’t fix the movement got seasick inside your sadness   so you left the house for sausage meat and I stayed put glued PVA to the bed   a pillow cased strewn duvet damp in sheet deck chair […]

May 22, 2017

They turned the sky over And its tears became a tangle of inflected waves Riding the houses and palm trees, Playing rugby on the pavements and shouting “TRY!” as they crashed onto newly-sealed roads, Carrying fridges and television sets and pieces of little children into fishing nets that were pretending to be volley nets for […]

May 15, 2017

Out of the blue, Bibhu Padhi, a distinguished poet from India, sent us some of his unpublished work. Padhi suffered from a migraine for 44 years; it stopped last year, but during one particularly bad attack in December 1974 he took three anti-pain tablets on an empty stomach and had to go to hospital. It […]

May 8, 2017

Past midnight, and, obscured by darkness, I lie a slumbering landscape, fabric and flesh. Still silence rises to deep steady thumping For a moment, I think it’s my own heart pumping But it’s drumbeats, not heartbeats, Though they merge for a few beats, ’Til the sound fades away, the rhythm swept on With more roads […]

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 […]