Stay soaked in poison, it helps you sleep. Keep gulping it and pray your looks to keep. Don’t turn down the glass, or say you’re full; I think you’d rather not escape poison’s pull. Strap yourself into this ritual garb, Feel the tiny puncture from the newest barb. Make sure you avoid the poison-free crusade, [...]
The first brush of colour not perfect, not too bold; broken by too little paint and faded at the end. Faded at the end, one sweep: one swipe, one line though stretched uneven, over rough paper, makes the start. Make the start and coat the brush: one more, thicker now and bolder dark, sweep again. [...]
1. bricks and age and roots give way to bursts of green, tiny pockets where the flowers and ferns leak through. the city is alive; the bricks cannot restrain it. 2. glossy towers, edificial, porcelain suits; weary patient churches, guarded gardened; free songs and exuberant heels lovers walkers readers noise. 3. corner cafes glossy glasses [...]
I surface, heady and unstable, Having drunk deeply from a foaming book. Face-down, the book leaves a ring Upon my coffee table. The words still trickle along my chin and my eyes are a little vague, I straighten up, looking embarrassed, at this petty sin. I lost the world for a while there, and I [...]
I do not want the flowers, I have come to hate their blooms: I do not want their spikes and pollen Polluting my quiet rooms. Spare me gifts of flowers, Their scent I cannot stand; I do not want the flowers, Just the open, tender hands.
While my attention was distracted, By some distant event enacted, A butterfly landed on my sleeve. I held my breath so as not to scare it, And longed for someone with whom to share it, This tender moment of insect reprieve. He looked as though it were a blessing, To have found somewhere resting, To [...]
Cubic ladies, vast and square From bulwark breasts to derriere, Perambulate along the path Outside the bakery. Draped in sheetings bold and gay, Which keep judgmental eyes at bay, The cubic ladies meet and laugh, Outside the bakery. When all at once, at some command, The cubic ladies, joining hands, Cast off their sheetings and [...]
That feels really good she said as the nerves woke up and she stretched her arms behind her. The caressing high yet hadn’t reached the cortex and she felt its warm tendrils bind her. Wanting, not to scream, but to bellow and to roar, and produce some primal sound of bliss. She listened to her [...]
Things certainly aren’t the same anymore, Not even when I follow the old recipes Mum had, Nothing tastes the same, the ingredients probably all organic or free range or whatever it is. They sure don’t taste the same. And Mum would roll, just roll, in her grave, to see Anthony sitting in her chair, drunk [...]
The tide is out and I am dry, The hot sand crumbles and slides, The sun has baked the water away, But the gemstone crabs chase the tides. I follow their hurried, precise scuttles Along to the dim rockpools, Where they dip pointed daggerfeet Into the glinting, shady cools. Rockpool darts flicker away, When the [...]
