COLLECTION OF POEMS WRITTEN BETWEEN
JANUARY AND JUNE 2017
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Friday, 7 September 2018
Thursday, 6 September 2018
We are (circular breathing) DRAFT/UNFINISHED
people behind
the stuff
feel for them,
pick India
weeping with
the geode
lichen holds
its capital stock
do it just
Wednesday, 5 September 2018
I want to die in a house of my own (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
where possible
add any
employment
breaks into
the dermal
animal burnt
it must
be explained,
as white
cuts the greatest
number
into the crest
of face preys
upon itself colours
to cover the breast
that is
to be safer
and greener
to an inside
blemish,
cancels the law
a crown
in his belly
of vine leaves
bent double
salutes
the wound
glowing
from the soil
a keepsake heart
on the hurdle
of salt and cumin,
the country
round a ring
of proud plastic
sealed the pre-cut
number mark
over all that
from morning till
four in
the afternoon
trauel starred
in axe
out royal line,
coin the bottleneck
stolen a load
of imodium
believed in
sportswear
because
they can't
afford it but
will survive
the idea of cuts
tied round
professional
news footage
with the
closing of
nobody
will ever
hurt in
let alone
from real life,
because it
was both
Friday, 31 August 2018
Wednesday, 29 August 2018
forget that (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)
I ask myself
more than I could
even want
to count down,
like wrapping rizlas
‘round pennies
or your
garter guts
in the pool
holes
I could never
forget that
etc.
