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Stuck like a cat in a locomotive piston the notion of a step gentle out of the strangled light wrapping around my head like a snake dream which sliver of mirror fragment reflects me right Suck the air through your speckled lungs a gift from endless plastic blade leather shoes that never seem to stretchContinue reading “Forgive”

You and me are poetry caressing these lines on pages coarse for gritty eyes squinting another 3AM kitsch cuckoo clock.                 Blur outwards hurtling at baseball walls grip tacky thought-borne sheets that rifle past an awkward aunty highball scorn.                                Precarious mountain drift casual down to soul heart screaming only idle truth on patterns focused eyesContinue reading “Fantasy”

I want to go to Mars. And among the Martiansmy secrets will lie.Among the lies. I’ll fightmy demons.                                                                           A bright orange sky. Humanity will prosper                                             Here. Potato farmNurseryTelescope fixed on Earth.                                                                         Transfixed with Earth. I’ll look out.                                          To the stars.                                                                          Empty space.                                                                                                                                         Alone.                                                                           Helmet off. //.42.[??]// MESSAGE ENDS.

to the waiting-to-die generation. Step back to nature’s fluttering eyes. She shines. Black dog rolling skies. I prise rigor mortis fingers from fading branch. Three times. A punch to the back of the head nightly. He lies. Soul-sucking quicksand claiming bodies for a rotting army. You’re just killing time.

you are becoming predictable, too scared for padded shoulders, i wondered was change fixing a rusted letterbox? it dives below the current, every time the moon follows me home, light slapping my face, i can’t care about stacking shelves with goals, holding happiness like water in my hands trickling away.