It’s like cold Chardonnay, This weightless floating. Homes I left behind trail Away into a pupil in the sun, A self-contained equilux, Sinking over the ocean. Mermaids sing memories Across changing winds, Upon which my realisations Race then hover and sit, still. They also sink and acquiesce Into the arms of the horizon With each […]
Revisited this lady and gave her a makeover. I placed her on a bunch of inky/pastel/lipstick stains that I had scanned in. They reminded me of paua shells which reminded me of eyes, seen on many Maori carvings. They also reminded me of black holes and phone screens, or mirrors. Like the original, I surrounded […]
Lost in a Kisscape The world feels like A crashing car A dying sun I clasp your face Shining colours Eyes with daggers A new-found confidence Luscious The way it tastes All these Starwaves A blooming flower In the moonlight I see your shadows You see mine Soft Cruel A sense of belonging In your […]
My Grandpa dwells in Godric’s Hollow, where fellow Practitioners creep Like the oddities Of my sleeping, feverish Fantasies. The bell Tolls for us all and Beyond the knell, I fly deep And follow starlit Clusters to mortal Limits before calling past The sky, one last prayer.
Under my skin Sleeps knowledge Unknown Dwelling In the shape Of shadows Restless They press And twist And mould me Slowly Hold me Desolate And Godless Controlled by Bygone ghosts And shame untold; I’m sorry I couldn’t handle who I was I’m sorry I became so self-righteous I’m sorry I couldn’t look in the […]
Well, who the fuck do you think I am? ꚛ It was a feeling. You told me my feelings weren’t real. You told me I had no evidence. Too long, you have used my doubt against me. You have plundered my reality and cast it to chaos. But I can’t lie to myself. […]
Flipping off mid-storm; Promises frosted over Til Spring consoles us. * Cyclone escapades Open and close my windows, Bringing outside in. * Lonely sinkholes sing Poltergeist passivity, Loathsome and profane.
Trying to slumber. Cumbersome ideas fall In and out of my mind, Flying around my Bedroom – thundering phantoms; I bring them to life!
P.S. I’m not fucking Japanese.
1. My fingers through yours As bullets nuzzle brothers; Float in the bloodstream. 2. Pieces of Corinth Crack the long fragility Of patterned design. 3. Dawn extends her hand Over my burning eyelids. From crawling, I stand.