Poetry, Uncategorized

April

The pain of our mothers is not something that bears thinking about

The sun has shone endlessly since this began, great brilliant blue skies and buttercups and forget me nots, dandelion and wild roses and burdoch. The sun hits a patch of my skin that sits on the patio, the sun hits, the garden blooms, and i wonder when i will feel human

I smoke a cigarette. I had told myself i would give up but just living is a cross to bear at the moment, living the most precious of states
Blood runs through my veins.

It is extremely warm for april
Hot.
I spray sun tan lotion on my skin
The trees glisten
Its unreasonably warm
I listen to the still beating drum of cars passing on the nearby interchange

after the flood the tide creeps in
and I’m on hands and knees, on all fours, in the eye of the storm

The sun sets over 1000 cities
The roads run still
The motorbike engine whirrs and i fasten my feet into the stirrups
I dont recognise myself or my body
These days the moon sits in solitude of the sun
Beneath my feet i watch the asphalt rushing by, shifting multicoloured through every shade of grey on gods green earth
I dream tonight of a world where all people live freely in harmony
Dragonflies buzzing around my head
Swatting flies from my gaped mouth
Gasp

Closed my eyes and imagined my body turned to dust, bones in the desert, flesh rising like flames licked, a waterfall, an ocean

Ran till i couldnt breathe anymore

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Poetry

sexting series part 0

0. organ shaking

a fractal space

the disembodied mind

(armour clad & crave nearer half light)

0. Fallen perspective. bones protruding from cellular forms

malleable skin powdered in dust and placed amongst see through plastic sheen lotus petals

0. a body wrapped in its own cast shadow

the uncertainty of your own reflection in the dust

0. sheen blue chiffon lace on a leather basin

2 codfish enshrined in resin

(NOTE) the body mountain, movement (bass)

black holes

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