February 2012
3 posts
Untitled meditations
Juniper berries settled about her outline as she slept. Crisping up in the sun, she burnt. There are alcohols bubbling up the crisp, cooling the burn, whilst aloes coloured fences like varnish. There is no representable account that I can remember that Pave a literary way to the honest and normal. Two sexes in a controlled place Discussing our trace;   I am intolerant to our kindness. A...
Feb 27th
To the Created
I made music out of you . But you yourself are not music Once, below parachute billow Bedsheets, I wanted to dot my quick crotchets somewhere watch them leap about  like mayflies in heather . I saw the sun dapple your skin Like glitter. You said it was Just a trick. Glittering skin Glittering hips.  . Am anything if not your machine?  . Tomorrow you’ll sleep and  I’ll...
Feb 2nd
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Seven Thoughts on Our "Relationship"
1. You are too young for me. That’s what they Tell me. I might never understand you. I wish we had met somewhere more romantic Not Manchester, pissed from martinis. Something Shouldn’t have made sense, that ought to have Been the end of it. The men hurried the women Out of the rooms and smoked joints and did Coke. The women dreamt of marriage - Being fitted for dresses. I...
Feb 1st