only ten people
like it’s a fucking selling point time and body out of joint the kind of day you want to anoint with a sneeze, with a cough everything feels kind of off but let us revel in the fucking trough people falling to…
Tag: poetry
every lessen
every lesson a dull head learns is something that a dull heart earns in the field the body burns narrow in the fallow until the crop returns flowers nodding seeds into the breeze colours bright amidst the dance of bees we were…
the wait of unknown soldiers
the weight of unknown soldiers here on unknown shoulders shrugging up from climates that are colder and seem more so as we grow older dead stories in a manila folder all the fields of fossilised truth not run away; that raintrap youth…
past gravity
pick up the slack the let loose chaos a handful of dusky blooms cast across the floor to cushion the light footfall we were inside the barrier looking at the weather front the rain-blurred line and the impromptu shrine children arriving in…
the danger in poets
burning torches made of poetry here with our heads alight here with out tongue impassioned they say you have to understand offer no explanation expect blind devotion to think that poets are not dangerous may come from poets not being dangerous poets…
english meadows
we are dreaming of meadows where mist clings to the feet by the river the knee high grass the nettles, and the dockleaves cuckoos unravel spring midges mist the air we practice with catapults, old wooden bows until they fill it with…
feathery
i am holding my breath and it is a feather my heart is lighter my head is heavier i look at my description something dusty and egyptian heiroglyphic depiction truth can seem to be an affliction
centred in love
half a life away from the fuck yous i’m in love more than i’ve ever been and seeing more than i’ve ever seen because my eyes are open and i’m making a choice and because of that i’ve found my voice love…
the hatched, the watched
we are a poem truncated outdated somewhat hated but still read we are an earworm stuck in your head picking up the let drop thread keep a record of everything said we are surveillance footage we are fruit of the all-seeing eye…
simply complexifying
something simple or something complex trying to solve the same problem by routes that bear fruits and lessons found in dead ends we are making friends with our future selves to take those dreams off the shelves the things we must confront…