I saw what could be, Your gravestone with my name on it, two bodies together in death, as if we were still living. A strange thing to hope for, I kept my thoughts to myself not sure that you would understand. I said goodbyeContinue reading “Dying Apart Together”
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Tutorial Notes
You will know when. How? You won’t have any need to ask yourself. Why? You will just know. Just know? Yes, you’ll know. You won’t need to say anything. Or give anything of yourself away. It will just be there. You will know when. Okay, I’ll keepContinue reading “Tutorial Notes”
Death at Christmas
The tree is up and the lights are on The glow is bright and warm But I feel cold The tree is real, not a plastic job The colour is green, but parts are yellow and the ferns are falling The glow may be bright But theContinue reading “Death at Christmas”
Revisiting a Childhood Home
The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading. A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire. A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes. A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath theContinue reading “Revisiting a Childhood Home”
Liver
Eat it up. It’s good for you. Especially at your time of the month. Why? Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds? If I eat it, I’ll onlyContinue reading “Liver”
Sibling Territory
Magazines neatly piled – the edges all lined up with each other and parallel to the edges of the table. A dust-free table and a strong smell of furniture polish, toothpaste and starch. Shirts hanging in the wardrobe; each hanger exactly two centimetres from its neighbour – not a creaseContinue reading “Sibling Territory”
Preserve
glass impenetrable where is the odour coming from? a toe nail flickers the liquid yellows and thickens can I break the crystal box? your toes cry out untouched, unloved your sweet smell grows foul with decay Copyright ownedContinue reading “Preserve”
City Playground
Face squeezed between tall rails My spirit vaporising out through the gap The concrete contains me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Not Now
Two and a half hours, I’ve had to wait. Two and a half hours, I’ve been standing waiting here at this bus stop stuck desperate. See this hand here, my hand. See the hole here, in the middle. A knife hole. Last night. Last night I stopped a fight. Grabbed the knife. See, the hole,Continue reading “Not Now”
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