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These days, you
Ball yourself into
The covers
Such are the nest
And those that
Nest within, a sign
Of the mood.
You huddle
The crouch of
Broken-winged bird
And sleep
Mostly.
The shades are drawn
Excluding the window,
All shades of leaves
For there are many.
I bring you things
In the afternoons.
A satchel of chestnuts.
An orange newt I’d found
Squalling out of the mud
On the pavement. Sequins.
Sometimes, I traipse through
Your room with mudlogged boots
Leaving traces of the earth else
You would surely forget
The scent. How to speak it.
The way you used to hold me tight
With your legs until I’d gasp.
To make sure, I was alive.
It was tiresome.
You were. Bringing
Pieces of the earth
To you.
Now your eyes are wide
As a fawn’s and glassier
Than I remember.
Remember how we’d
leave the bedroom
To collect beetroot,
Mushrooms, lavender. When
We’d find outside all the old
Spaces in the town --- what
No one ever kissed anymore.
That was when, you told me, lying
Together in the nighttime,
How the sunrise carried
With it bowls and bowls
Or oranges, dripping
With happiness.
Ball yourself into
The covers
Such are the nest
And those that
Nest within, a sign
Of the mood.
You huddle
The crouch of
Broken-winged bird
And sleep
Mostly.
The shades are drawn
Excluding the window,
All shades of leaves
For there are many.
I bring you things
In the afternoons.
A satchel of chestnuts.
An orange newt I’d found
Squalling out of the mud
On the pavement. Sequins.
Sometimes, I traipse through
Your room with mudlogged boots
Leaving traces of the earth else
You would surely forget
The scent. How to speak it.
The way you used to hold me tight
With your legs until I’d gasp.
To make sure, I was alive.
It was tiresome.
You were. Bringing
Pieces of the earth
To you.
Now your eyes are wide
As a fawn’s and glassier
Than I remember.
Remember how we’d
leave the bedroom
To collect beetroot,
Mushrooms, lavender. When
We’d find outside all the old
Spaces in the town --- what
No one ever kissed anymore.
That was when, you told me, lying
Together in the nighttime,
How the sunrise carried
With it bowls and bowls
Or oranges, dripping
With happiness.
Literature
Counting for Nothing
Fourteen hundred paces wasted
walking to your door,
and every time a pointless pounding
headache - sore, resounding, raw;
what follows next? as you'd expect
a shocking exhibition of
that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled
across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke
I've counted twenty-four.
How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me
and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten
paw through scores
of letters better left unwritten -
never sent, now torn and scattered, littered
with my bitter thoughts unuttered,
so utterly distraught I am, I poured a litany of scorn
and lo
Literature
Reverie
I.
They say every woman is a piece of the moon,
but I want the sun.
Dear Apollo, explain to me why you gave up
clear mornings for the shadowy future.
And I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before.
Because he's still sleeping, turned towards the window,
the thick blinds cracking with sunlight in the early dawn.
The navy sheets his royal dress, the rays his glory crown.
I wake up next to a god on Sunday morning,
hands still dirty from the night before.
II.
But when I sleep, I dream of rhyming big words
Building them on top of each other, letting it touch the sky.
I rub up against them once in awhile to test their stren
Literature
As If
If you can hold your drink when all about you
are losing theirs and aiming it at you,
if you can drive your car when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for the coppers too;
or need to pee but not be tired by waiting,
or after peeing dont forget your flies;
on politics or football start debating
and yet dont look too good nor talk too wise.
If you can drink and not make drink your master;
if you can talk and not make sense your aim;
if you can still stand up although youre plastered
and shout at passing women dirty names;
if you can bear to hear the truth tomorrow
of how you acted like a total fool
and
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Or oranges, indeed. This is sensuous, elegiac, almost like a lever for moving stones that don't want to move.