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Spaghetti knots

your pace

still space for you yet

among those things that

have left

that will never

the bowls of pregnant women bellies

those that dressed the roman empire

the kind that are hanging above a wooden fire

fidgeting with the warmth of life and good food

the inextinguishable thirst

that already knows that this bad now

does not have to be all you are


there you are crawling through the cacti

there you are holding your bride of despair

cradling your head like

the fragile fall


a soft animal nearly shredded by a predator


keep your offal

thin the blood

grab the whole by your whole


there is a wild beast wounded

calling out your name in a language

you never learnt



voice your despair to

its own


for soon it will stop

after finding a cave

not quite large enough

but safe total theirs

a place for good to come

and spread into the in between

where all things



above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here:

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