Category Archives: verse

‘this stitch’

desperate to jump at the sound of the pistol eager early bouncing on my toes business business nightmares and creeping neck twitch aches innumerable breaks inevitable frightened falling taking the blows business business daymares no sleeping with this stitch

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‘sanitise the heart attack’

placement position the artefact location, love and broken back tear open sanitise the heart attack this was where we used to build this is where the blood was spilled arraignment (all) time and space now lost to black spoken sanitise … Continue reading

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‘eggshells’

here you are in a tug-o-war with your own hands heart yanked this way and that torn between what you wish for and what you don’t desire unfortunately the same thing… abandoned by the one i love forcing myself to … Continue reading

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‘picture seat’

consumed sidetracked by cleanliness you were museum closes in half an hour picture seat picture seat there you sat subsumed distract your mental mess go there sometimes the rain is just a shower picture seat picture seat where you sat

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‘the waste pipe’

i should have known when I said ok when I opened myself to intrigue and you to contamination foolishness is a strict teacher but at least I know never again will I lose that focus crawling through the waste pipe … Continue reading

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‘pieces of nothing’

pieces of nothing deadly wings a desperate pleading the pain of the sting an assumption of benefit causal distress the pieces don’t fit end up with less potency of nightmare tell-tale tang of poison another empty stare all lost all … Continue reading

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‘nowhere to hide (ignorance)’

nothing organic barely human the organs duly report (what they’re told) disgust nothing could be more free range than a chemtrail disinformation camps with fences unseen no concentration in this wealth of the obscene buried heads scratching for the next … Continue reading

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