POETRY
i’d like to do a piece on breathing in general
in hospital Photographs of hospitals always look more prosaic than the real thing. The surreal nature of boredom and complete lack of stimulus is not really conducive to poetry. Any writing will come much later when the idea of being attached to the oxygen in the wall…
Elegy for Tracey
I A dream in which the women were like Venus made me think of art and you. You’re a botticelli-baby; if I dipped a sheet of paper into your mind, it would come out marbled in oils and watercolour and with bits of moulded clay on the edges. Equally, you sculpt with…
Unsolicited Advice
Worship where you can lest life become empty earthenware or barren circus rings. For some it’s a world of watercolour mood: search for it, hold it fast if you find it. Where you feel like screaming, do. Sound also can lift into the void and echo somewhere. If you need…
Midnight; black-tie;b.y.o.
In theory, I can only write like me, but reality is less defined. I do my best not to steal from others, but some influence is obviously inevitable. If it could be wished into being, like a genie, I’d have a style that would shout my name. As it is, the lines are…
reality is for people who can’t handle drugs
easy now time is a fragile word betrays its obscurity like a whisper past and future blend into a dream that might come true. life’s a series of physicalities but how to report myself on the missing persons list remains a problem. it used to be I could look into a…
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