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you say that there’s something missing in my poems and i’ll admit it’s you which is why i write them so you can find yourself in me stifling, silenced carrying on without * i’ve never known a complete work just fragments of wills and whats and whys that remind not everyone can be great myself … Continue reading
i have the look of a fish in the freezer of a supermarket hoping for a home or at least a meal when she kisses me and leaves soon after * my dreams must be a way of getting back at me for living in this reality like a fortune cookie before the break, just … Continue reading
people used to love here where we used to we in flowers and fun before the mosquitoes swell with thoughts of me the semi-squeezed pimples with hairs and ideas of being better when i am not in a scarred terrain with barren mountains for bones and skies for the invisible forgotten that is meant only … Continue reading
there’s a poem that will make it so no poems have to be written anymore but it is not this one and not the next but the one after offers some hope in the unknown with its head in the sand and its arms waiting to be used to bludgeon then caress all the words … Continue reading
the following was written after a listen to the album on Voyager I, which serves as a goodbye from earth and hello to space. listen here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b06cb8q0 * i have listened to the golden tracks of Voyager I and i do not know what it was trying to say is it come for we have rich … Continue reading
legs like light signalling for me to follow until one of us ends and even then there’s some * the one thing i see in other humans is that they do not see the humanity of other’s because i don’t either * a man’s back stuck in public transport with no communication or understanding why looks … Continue reading
she says she cheated on me and i am so tired all of a sudden and there’s a place to sleep here somewhere though it used to be her stomach in summer or a shoulder in winter but i can’t tell the outside from the inside now and so i look back to her as … Continue reading
poetry is just drunk chunks of undigested thoughts pretending to be a meal that must be suckled from the floor for feeling * poetry is unpoetic far too often and often too far from poets who try to say all that’s been said by saying very little for that bit is how much has mattered … Continue reading
i am gone though i have only just arrived at the bar where people come to go to where i went without much thought besides for the hope of being led deeper into this like an anchor that doesn’t hit the bottom or a boat that does * why do we do when all that … Continue reading
i wonder if i repeat that i will not die will it happen at the end the beginning or the middle of a sente- * what is the point is a pointless question to ask and even less to answer for all there is are the small things like tomorrow or yesterday or if this … Continue reading
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