off faces
as pale
as our life is
to the stone,
which bleeds
of alcohol,
no one says stop
round here
for next to no pay
but I laugh
out of your
goblet
but I laugh
out of your
goblet
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Thursday, 31 May 2018
Thursday, 24 May 2018
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
And the whole House is filled with gaiety
burnt-out ends
about your feet
to larynx the number,
it cuts the first order
spoken for,
into the shelter
alarm pulse
on untrue blood,
all my life
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour,
toward the granule
the sky pivots on itself
casar, leave the song
and turn
you get work
upon the ground, for
climbing is of course
locked in
the press up
hallway of
all is too
hardly pleading for
penalty plays requited
first need exit
you inflix
the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
the body search
Monday, 21 May 2018
Thursday, 17 May 2018
Wednesday, 16 May 2018
Thursday, 10 May 2018
Wednesday, 9 May 2018
nothing to do with the people of France (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
half-digested
bitter of the back-light,
up to the eyes
and into the mouth,
as if singing
to have a reason
is bridled in brambles
but cut to nothing,
a lip there straddled
the machine
force gum shield
the head is raised up,
as per quota
disbanding the matching
ex parte, it is
very expensive
to hold your breathe
nowadays the feet
are in the mould,
same as plastic
blood is made (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
pulled from earth,
as the wheat count
withers, beats time
into crystals
the blood is
the blood is
made new
is loud music (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
for the credit
your face made
heat up the
helical roll yet
blurring exit
as dry and shimmering,
at the same time
throw off
the stable end-product
the sound
of care annulled
ear pain, by making
the mouth
best in the
unstopping 2,000 hertz,
the dream is teflon,
yet we must extend
past to gain way
unblocked in rotation,
so still at offer
the living day
gets bipolar
at the feeble joy
of impaired attention,
in the slow
gap it serves
through glass
under waste
well before time
is no choice but
massively discarded
air waiting
corrodes throat and
our clock
is lost as
day presses
the cunning out,
what could be said
hangs off what
you can get
'only comes out of agony, well, how long do you last?' (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
strangers in placing
them elsewhere,
the heart’s
renting rare
spilling in
option wrappers
are always clean
and beautiful,
is to not be where pain
stops itchy
face already agrees
chlorinated sinus is hard
to the litter core
the pearl is tax,
the pearl is tax,
tinkling there in
the brightening celeste
that sleep of reason
in calculation it remains
from on high
let light in
so the truly happy,
clean faces
close to weaning
us to its reasons
raise clamour
to sober digits
glass goes one way,
whose nominal pain
gets put on,
that is not yours
to be consumed
to the street
to the damaged
to error
trespassed within us
are cried up
in the lab,
the roughly butchered
half down face
split touch on
hearts suds an emblem
of blood to strap up
my passport
in the air
paler than voice
Tuesday, 8 May 2018
on MET (draft/unfinished)
burnt-out ends
about your feet
to larynx the number,
it cuts the first order
spoken for,
into the shelter
alarm pulse
on untrue blood,
all my life
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour,
toward the granule
the sky pivots on itself
casar, leave the song
and turn
you get work
upon the ground, for
climbing is of course
repelled negativity
locked in
the press up
hallway of
all is too
hardly pleading for
penalty plays requited
first need exit
you inflix
the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
the body search
the body search
