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perfect grass poem

mother said there is a garden inside me  

and not father not no-one can kick me so hard  

that the grass will bruise and I will drink enough  

from fractured men that the fountain behind my   

midnight will keep flowing out keep everything wet  

warm sacred and if I ever let you cut me open  

the orchids will smell of a beautiful confusion 

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sexual apocalypse at the gym poem

imagine if you had stayed there forever 

on the cross fit, arms flailing comically 

legs metronomic, pumping sad alone 

nothing in your stomach but powdery bile 

sweat pouring off you, drenching the floor 

pooling in dewy puddles on the pedals 

staining the blue carpet tiles, trickling  

in salty ravines, hitting the mirrors 

cascading down the steps, bursting forth 

fro...

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matches

you are freefall among the pine needles 

motes of dust and sunset pepper your face 

we had found a box of matches  

burnt every one within five minutes 

gambled away our fingertips 

on who could last the longest 

if i could weigh this memory now 

it would be wolves and yearning 

a liquid mess seething through the forest 

some jawline ruining my welcoming throat 

a fai...

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cosmic fuck poem

the search for god becomes a suffocation 

stab the fat star spill yolk across the sky 

yellow a scream across the de-tuned darkness 

touch my lips, breakdown this sunset songbird 

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click/clack

 

i found your fingernails in my cereal again this morning  

then you float in to the room like a virus or a daydream 

we take out our eyes and place them on the table 

such horrible things, like birthday jelly they wait patiently 

 for the atrocities to occur, a metronomic ebb and flow 

a cat is rescued from a fire/five dead in school shooting 

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think back/pink black

i am idiot young and 

in the back of the car 

i close my eyes just so 

the light of the sun 

between the trees beats a tattoo 

behind my lids and lenses 

and that is all I want to be 

just then - isolation 

pink black pink black pink black 

a heartbeat from 8 minutes before 

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providence

when i was younger i was terrified of death  

of light peeking through my tired skin 

but now I am positive that death is just like 

leaning back on a chair and it tips over but  

never hits the floor,  

and you fall and you fall 

soft warm hands 

touching the parts of you that are fracture

breathless and that brings me comfort so maybe 

i am going crazy or maybe all thi...

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i am made of water and so are you

 

 

oh monster/oh mother now here is confusion 

when i lay with you, lets sleep with nothing on 

the lamps on fire and oh would you put it 

where i am made of childhood fear 

plant seeds in my mouth and pull wolves from my tongue 

that trees could flow forth from smoothest confusion 

grow apples so red that the doctor is weeping 

while for you I am starving I am starving...

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short poem after chronicling the lessening of sentience in my mothers emails during the past year

one day my mother will die 

trembling yellow fracture 

birdsong on the radio 

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Amoebius (For National Poetry Day)

and yes, they said it was the end  

on the screaming siren news channels  

before the set was switched off by hands  

that had, just an hour ago, touched the purest part of you  

as the ball of fire cut ribbons of blinding despair  

through the evening sigh like a sunset  

but 50x the speed 

50x the oh my god isn't it beautiful 

 

because we don’t fear death in this hous...

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tanka for the nemophilia

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spring defies winter 

 

ibaraki's acid bruise 

 

piercing litmus noise 

 

detune freezing radio 

 

submission to fleeting hope 

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even though it's all switched off, a constant hum

the world is finally ending and everyone is in the street fucking

and we cling to this awful rock while somewhere a wild dog rips a child

to pieces, its jaws locking together like lovers hands on a cold night as they

explore the cartography on their wrists, laughing at the idea they

will ever be old and spitting softly in aching, welcome mouths

the world is finally ending and everyo...

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Azeotropic distillation

in svalbard, i watch the northern lights

a neon bruise on the tiny patch of infinity that 

fizzes endless chaos atoms above my head

 

we’re the ghosts of those who touched us

but if you distil the maelstrom down to its purest form

all that’s left is your heart pumping blood, your brain crackling

and the saliva that passes between our lips when we kiss

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cellular automata

i found a single seashell alone in outer space

engraved with  ancient language

 

i climbed into the wash of its vacuum

rest my head against the smooth inner wall

 

closed my eyes, let it drift towards so much nothing

a billion years of starlight warmed my blood

 

and this is how i learned to love, upon the letting go

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haiku - jasmine

winds from shikoku

wild jasmine falls like pale clouds

settles on white hair

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the quiet room

there is a room in minnesota that is so quiet

you can hear your blood trickle through your veins

no one can stand it, but I wish I was there

to hear my body shut down

     here is a liver

     here is a lung

     here is the panicked thrum of a heart that is dying

     here is the piss and fuzz of the brain

     realising it is alone

 

what does hope sound like?

is...

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