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 faint hum of confusion 

◄ cosmic fuck poem

sexual apocalypse at the gym poem ►

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Stu Buck

Mon 20th May 2019 23:09

cheers both, spot on as usual

reading this tomorrow night so we will see how it goes down

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 20th May 2019 22:03

Hi Stu,

this seems to be about one week away from the doctors and nurses fumblings in the same woods. What might those memories give ink to?

David.

Oh yes...lovely stuff as ever Stu.

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raypool

Mon 20th May 2019 16:02



There is so much life and rich soil in childhood Stu. This is edgy gothic stuff
And so imaginative.. dreamlike. Ray

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Stu Buck

Sun 19th May 2019 23:35

this made me so happy martin because that is spot on

im in sale tuesday if you are there then next month headlining

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Martin Elder

Sun 19th May 2019 22:46

This reads like a piece of your past here Stu. Not sure whether it is but it sounds very much like the sort of thing young lads would get up to during times of experimentation.
Nice one my friend

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