fishbowl eyesher mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like
extinct, i won’t forget youDinosaur, I still miss you.
Spider legsI flicked something out from in between my teeth this morning and there it was; another thought, another piece of you
astronomy for the heartstar
fetchyou don’t play with me anymore
Charlie was hereI liked to sit in the magnolia tree on the front lawn, surrounding myself with the contradiction of beauty and desolation.
the one thing called desireThis is like Magma.
miss nebulosityI saw her in the sky; shaped like a cloud, she was laying on her back, without underpants, her legs spread wide open.
LUSTtell me something / I don’t know / is it better? / damn I miss you
passagepretending to be a dark shadow
inkacross your spine
ScoutYou’re blue around the mouth and the rope is too tight and you need to loosen up and spit it out and sit and talk and let me build you a sw…
KnuckleheadShe understands what the ink across his knuckles means.
Dalia the goddessher pig shoes get lost underneath the dirty brown couch
If you were my reptilebelly to the underground
skidwe are each a baroque burnout
the guts of this fishI can’t clean up after myself
The One.The shoes still have the mud on them.
the trouble with touchingit needs eradicating
HoleThe stench of asshole permeates through these streets and it sticks to you and changes you.
breathing under the water of myselfI am watching you; wave.
the love buttonsIt is often the things you don’t see which are the most beautiful
stormrun you little tornado run
too early for trainsshe doesn’t catch my drift
Runawayno thumping / jumping / walloping / or whacking / against walls / and doorways / and down that shitty staircase / that he loved best
this gander muscle, all pumping and crackingit reminds me
against the edges of meMy heart is like a burnt out heap, she sleeps and eats and breathes underneath where it’s deep and I wonder when it will leave.
FlutterShe’s a moth, that girl; with butterfly eyelashes and her wings made of difference.
more than once, your sonarParts of me remain: the acoustic of that time.
like a twig in the beak of a bird who should’ve k…Let me feed you, the worms of everyone else’s disgust.
dirt wordsa bitter taste has crawled out of the garden and into her mouth
barefootThe tips of my shoes are like tigers / my brown rubber soles are the eyes
headless cowsblood smells
Dangling AnklesI sat on the edge of the world
breath for dandelionthis garden is a jungle
I could slam into youThere’s a lot of trust in the world.
the gills fillgutted
my name is coyoteThe prod of his hot branding iron rod burned into my flesh.
Love me like sludgeDon’t do that to plants, it hurts them … leave them there and they’re happy.
the gyspy string in my puppetOver the years, I found my own spirit and my own guides and although we’re a noisy and complicated bunch, we haven’t done too badly.
hairpins for heartsI chopped my own toe off twenty-seven days ago.
RayRay used pliers to remove fingernails.
thirsty clawsDad says it’s because of the drought. He said the earth is drying out and it needs a good drink.
the chaos of differenceThese particles will divide.
Ant Nurse and The Peppercorn TreeThe peppercorn tree was bleeding again.
wimbledon in the western suburbsI sat in the front seat, where your nose bleeds and I watched every game
the cut grass of cuntso hate me
my irregular tanglethe craft of containment versus freedom
putrid and magicyou were crazier than this town
underneath the magnet of my yesterdaysit reminds me to remember
little lion in the concrete junglethere was a dead person in there too
The rhetorical mark of my questionionable lifeThese cardboard question marks are filled with my yesterday’s heart.
gravity keeps meI am this planet and he is the next.
Harmonicahe played an aching muse
Lepidopteralittle things with ripped up wings
my heart has butterfliesDon’t forget I am holding onto this
when it fallsa great nebulous matter
paper boatpens for paddles
The daughter of KrakatoaI wonder when she will spill her insides out into the surrounds of a peaceful place, just like Krakatoa.
GulletThere are words in his stomach.
Voice boxI don’t know whether her tongue was removed from her mouth or if it was perhaps hiding lazily between her yellowing teeth.
the black soot of her clitthe cunt of her frame become tangled by the smack of fuck me, fuck me hard
I am StevenI am Steven and this is my story.
thirteen divided by fortyI wanted to knock on the wooden box and make certain he was safely gone.
The ordinary beauty of a not so ordinary instrume…I am sitting in the corner of an empty auditorium, hidden behind the heavy fall of a black stage curtain.
Kiss thisThere was lipstick on the rear view mirror.
An ordinary skirt of cotton and yesterdaysI’ve been picking at my hemline.
the brief paralysis of that part of meI am writing this to you whilst lying on my back.
bangYou are arrested, like development.
my first night in the forestIt is night; the forest is dark though far from quiet.
for the good of the earth and the bad of meholes in the backyard
bulls eye for his dartI was shot hard from the start
capricorn handmy fetal curl
The differenceHer house contains no television, few appliances and plenty of the magical stuff.
a definite achemy instinct is to reach for you
stupid fuckit begins to buck
I was born for youthe canal of me
the glue factory of my pasted existenceEyes water in the presence of spirit. It doesn’t make you cry and bawl your eyes dry, it is more so a gentle stream of emotion. And it’s …
pirate, i am your mutinyI want to trace your lines with my fingers dripping.
birrung (star)I wrote you a letter in the dirt.
families are like pimplessometimes they leave scars
AnimalSome days I am a pet.
earth seedgood for giving
for the desire of thisI whispered into my bewitching wing “I never want to lose your way.”
little red boathear him feel
a boat from paper notesyour letters swam
half a heart half a brainI want to see how much pressure this heart can tolerate.
a red bow for your saltBalloons full of paper
I’m not going to die in this bowl of soupLast night I tasted her in my spaghetti Bolognese.
beasts for the dead and burdenedAnd did he fold you into an envelope of all that once was and send you away?
Packagejust a silly plain brown cardboard box sitting in the corner of everything that I am with a ricochet within
like salmon for the saturatedRun your knuckles along / my spine
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