dropped by the noticeboard a couple of hours ago, the one just inside the entrance of that gallery, the one that used to be a tattoo parlour, have been gravitating there off and on for the past two or three years, you know that, saw that you hadn’t pinned anything up in quite sometime, wonderedContinue reading “i”
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Stobcross Crane
why are you always leaving me?
No more the skies – drab days envelope – here enclosed, anguish of decay – a certain smile brings relief – love illuminating – each day a new lie – she is a skin job dreaming of sheep – I cook her chestnut mushrooms in miso and hope to appease the situation – she shoutsContinue reading “why are you always leaving me?”
to fuck or to die
To her he seemed withdrawn. Coffee slowly brewing on the stove. Child crawling and weaving between their legs. He wanted to ask if the father was still around. The child chortled. Penelope fetched some bread warming in the oven. Will you ever be able to use your arm again Alexander. She looked down into theContinue reading “to fuck or to die”
Kado
blank screen memories – all passivities – breathe mist upon glass vaporising words in silent speech – sleeping flowers in the night garden – naples yellow girl in a cadmium yellow pool – painted hand leaving an impression on breast and thigh – i touch the cold pane but you pull back my hand sharply,Continue reading “Kado”
Written word, as does the voice, words spoken, arise from inside of this person, that, perhaps you once touched. Humility brings us to our knees. Look closely, there is no self conscious image, no delusion, no interesting garb or particular posture, overgrown eyebrows, no fine tuning. No pictures on the wall, no totems, no tokens,Continue reading
write me a poem
Néant. With you.Without you. Néant.Néant. But you.Where are the words, she asked, there is only silence.Several moments ago the wasp had been going up and down the glass surface of the window whilst I was looking beyond it to a figure dressed in a yellow anorak, hi vis jacket, hooded sweat or some other kindContinue reading “write me a poem”
blank screen memories 