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28 January 2013

of the skyscrapers



tall ships
             comfort
distraction
of the skyscrapers 
doubts 
about vision shift
fault collapses over small print 
dive 
      retune 
deepen
come 
        roaring back 
catch your breath
go to work
                weaken
after all the reasons
close in on the nagging reminder
this still
collision
like bullets
the (here and now)
in her hands 
                 a hard 
fairy tale

26 January 2013

eating pixels

husk of a thought
laid slightly at an angle
mirage
of ego exalted
slightly
salty taste
of truth
eating pixels with Alice
licking silhouettes
with dry tongues
heavy with a pulse
that aches into context
this
circuitry of reasons
dog
eat dog perversions
of manifested
ideologies
pedagogues and punditry
the smooth joy
of an empty canyon
shot with perfect light
shadows 
like wild calligraphy
echoing into a vast
absence
of meaning
husk
of a thought
laid slightly at an angle
slightly
salty taste
of truth


15 January 2013

is a



gender is
lines

drawn on a map ------in invisible ink  border    less
meaning                    less
______ is  a construct
______ is a muscle 
the shape
of the ache 
you are
(and the whole world refracts you)
stained glass sister 
brother of light 
your body  is 
your body 
no / body 
this is not about anatomy or me 
or me or me 
we are ritual 
consecutive doubt 
we are conundrum 
a thought that uncoils itself 
we are rosaries 
skin 
under my skin 
we are gardens

10 January 2013

if

 
if
how the air falls
in the wake of words
how it opens
the sky

flat line horizon
straight 
surfaces stretch 
painting pavements
with tired feet
I itch
the timeline
I am tourniquet
absence continues
down the corridor
the flaw 
           the flaw in the wires
typographic tongues
our matrixes
sub
     siding
this 
     avalanche
                   of maps
this loneliness
flattered
alidade arithmetic
she levels
with room for all our edges
con
tinuous tone
her interval 

of contours

blankness of becoming
aftermath                   and promise
our old clothes
old
giving birth
on the pavement
new language
mono
meridian
theories like stars
I don't                need
to know
categorising the horizon
I lose
my codex leaves
it's absence in the answer

08 January 2013

writing on

This is a collaborative piece with Leanne who's words you can find at Elegantly Jaded



 
the first wall we wrote on:

second hand time
the was of you
silk thread black tie
circumstance tailored to dark night
seams of a stitched sunrise
strength of a echo etched
alphabets genuflect
archivists ache in and out in and out
in a celestial library
memory my twisted sister
taunts from A to Z
hallelujah is a hole
no fairytale bucket list or materialists goal
object is subject skin is edge
hell is a precipice
an absence
fledged
 
 
 
the ceiling:

gone is the gone of love
incongruent unity
scalene horizon how we reach
our balance
balanced
latitudinal ballast
rest in the anchor of ground sky so lonely
it cries rust
in this wasteland womb
dripping time
between alcoves and shades of being
mystic mouths in the dust
believing
pupils dilate us into seeing
holy cunts in absolute arcs 
reinventing the sky so lonely
second hand time
 

 

the second wall we wrote on:

un     becoming the hue that killed me
malleable                         parameters
spun in the sinkhole of pith
dissolving boulders loosening shoulders with it's current
open tuning the air the air it's there
sighs sung cries strung along
a nubile vista
the honesty of our bodies
alternating breaths like a piston
ricochet aurora
love's projectile no projection
infinite ache
a heart's gate
incessant
essence
 


 

the mirror:

of my old story
I kiss
her obtuse lips
dialogue angling
for a reaction
 

 

the wall with the painting on it:

alongside the intimacy of ink
gentleman quills duel
jarred by the solemnity
of vowels
suspended in
invisible ink
language accumulates in the edge of risk
corner of the mouth semnatics




01 January 2013

dry

new year begins
in uniform my gender 
circles
around chromosones that
echo into misconception walking on wet 
quiet pavements
anonymous 
in androgynous night
names change
I watch David's grey curl
like a constellation a sky
dance across his face as he works
I think 
about the woman I love
that loves me
I take the train home but i'm home
as I watch strangers throw their fists 
into the faces 
of other strangers
I think 
about the woman I love
that loves me
how the sound felt dulled
heavy after the adrenaline left
the pain the bloodshot eye
I think 
about the woman I love
that loves me and the dry 
noises of human violence