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Tuesday, 22 July 2025

21.07.25

 21.07.25




Being already dead

you communicate agitatrices

the garden candytuft tiles

in yellow lake deep

unhinging your esophageal tears inside

they break to petaling ataxias

leak strips of silver tributes on the floor,

I pick them up the life I keep them around 

my shit tears stealing besides mhaimeo

I don’t talk about your pain anymore

I don’t talk about your doctor’s notes

in the streets of eternity

mhaimeo all the way down

the banisters gastric contents

intraluminal fluids 

I can hear the sounds 

in my head like deep music in emergency

you would ask whether anyone was listening 

then confide to me

in a cupboard you made of twine

you didn't care they bombed 

the London Stock Exchange 

you said you liked it

gilt visions silver tributes 

but at least in the dignity of her own home

papered over sunglow of outside hating

in the dignity of  I experience extremities

skin without blood final in a fade

destroyed throat below agitatrices 

bursting a diminution

what a thing to say in sickedup grief

constricted around your feet what falls out 

15, 19, 26 bottles you said everyone does it

as the hymn went away  

the sun also rises