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Monday, 27 March 2017

tea and biscuits

Have I told you
I keep meaning
to invite you
for tea and biscuits
and then
the day gets filled
with things to do
and I close my eyes
and it is the next day
and we haven't talked
about tea and biscuits?

Friday, 24 March 2017

we painted the sky _ repeat: repeat

1.
the song was a bird
and it lived in the jungle
and it woke up each morning
and sang the sleep off the jungle

the jungle was a story

the story was a hunger

2.
we painted the sky,
populated it
                    with fools
                                     about to step off
                                                                precipices,
                            month-long parties,
                            trails
                                     of journeys taken,
                                     and
                            possibilities

3.
there was music in your voice

4.
we iced the future
with hope
                 and cast it
                 across the sky
                 like stars

5.
the hunger was like an ulcer
                 feeding on itself
                 from the inside
                 out

we painted the sky _ repeat

1.
the song was a bird
and it lived in the jungle
and it woke up each morning
and sang the sleep off the jungle

the jungle was a story

the story was a hunger

2.
we painted the sky,
populated it
                    with fools
                                     about to step off
                                                                precipices,
                            month-long parties,
                            trails
                                     of journeys taken,
                                     and
                            possibilities

3.
there was music in your voice

4.
we iced the future
with hope
                 and cast it
                 across the sky
                 like stars

Monday, 20 March 2017

we painted the sky

1.
we painted the sky,
populated it
                    with fools
                                     about to step off
                                                                precipices,
                            month-long parties,
                            trails
                                     of journeys taken,
                                     and
                            possibilities

2.
there was music in your voice

3.
we iced the future
with hope
                 and cast it
                 across the sky
                 like stars

Monday, 13 March 2017

The things Theresa touches

The things Theresa touches
wilt,
rot
and die

She laughs

lisping
with a forked tongue

dancing round the bonfire
of fractured hopes