For the first time my feelings fight for it- the yellow light burning out where the lines of my world meet where the colour hurts. It’s like a weird love that never died It keeps me awake when I breathe and all I need is a hand to stop the slamming ache curved into a… Continue reading Her.
Peppered dynamite dragged across russet brown- citron peeled pitted with pores through curtains sliced lengthways brains share pleasure between fabric rains- feet sockless gooseflesh grounded on floorboards touch eyes of partial blue the same blue as confusion she chews on her hair lungs squeezed orange juice ballooned when she moves- eyes pressed shut… Continue reading Longing- an experimental poem.
undergrowth valley out in the wild mottled hills to another far and lonely full moon our eyes so close surreptitiously.
Give me the things I haven't seen They’re sleeping here in my memory Give me the glitches but not the rage Can’t you see I’m pulling away? Give me the home of those headlights Kisses without the gunfights Give me ghosts that remember you Lead me further into. Give me the shade of your broken wings… Continue reading Give me it all.
Don't ever let them hate on your body for it is a striking mosaic of bones a relic of desire, peppered with nostalgia- wiggling hips like a dog bounding from the riverbed. Your belly button is deep and soft a likeness to a shellfish- your skin is fuzzy and uncharted and your fungus white… Continue reading Body-
Under photos of Zaragoza and them her hands grind Moroccan tea the girl- with her fences built high belly button pierced, her face smelling of honey and green tea. She believes in energy and angels in sweet lavender and Eucalyptus but not in you. She’s been to Cambodia and back in her head- a pilgrimage… Continue reading Remembering.
Life feels like it has gone into reverse Like when my Mother turns the washing inside out And sometimes the colours all merge together. I’m scared I’ll become like Alice down the rabbit hole Weightless in my thoughts, body sinking to the floor In some fruitless, wasted ecstasy of youth. Cats have nine lives but… Continue reading Reverse.