

You don't know what stars areI’ve gone insane. The red cotton patches on my pillow are moving.You don't know what stars are
They shouldn’t be. I shut my eyes, but I don’t sleep I’m thinking about things that haven’t happened yet I’m thinking about things that will never happen. I’m thinking about fucking her. My lungs feel like gravy pots, I queued for this They should give away free bits of lung with that purchase. My mind is on fire, a glass on water would help I’m hung over.


A flaw in every seasonTaped haemorrhages to a bow of broken promise To be an abating predation and to be comatose with youA flaw in every season
Caught the sun and served AM shadow platters Butterflies in utero, gut wrench with caesarean birth
Slipknots for daisy cots, the mute fertilised a multiple herd Skin stretched arc wilts upon the canvas
Ill never hear the end. Slip into a lake of swallows and youll never hear the end


'The gypsy ride massacre'Blurred as a hazy rainbow melting The carousel flickers through an eye’s furnace Selected minutes wrapped in picture frames My lollypop horse chases your tail'The gypsy ride massacre'
Rise and fall, the twinkle toe fairy waltzing Her music box loops with the merry go round We’re closer than a whisper touching tongues And I’m a gunslinger, an outlaw, I’m John Wayne
Under one arm, a coat hanger smile The other hand draws, pointing fingers, pulling triggers So long to the love we had This is the gypsy ride massacre


'Tears of Medusa'A gusts breeze, despoiled window pains Their cracks hold its breath'Tears of Medusa'
Sulk with tantrum, surrender then attack Restless as a trapped nerve, sway with its pulse
Neptune, “caught my tongue angel hair” And spoke through walls of web
A plaid dead fall, its tartan bemused Bellowed abyss yawned blackened ice
Tears of Medusa, and her acned red dress Her ladders are of teething calves
Through dread locks of a Gorgon Shed the venom of your skin
Caught in her eye,
Left pulse-less in a bag
Ash heaps lie dormant in torpor &n


TudorThe aggregate silks and a tulip moon,Tudor
the foam bolt and a sodden rat: all reform my bladed impellers
Shrink wrapping my deaf-tone litters
and making wine.
Intestinal barbed womb metal:
eels and bulbs for me to swim in.
A nude parrot lactates And I hammer gas-meats
And save ink-swans.
And jam.
Rugs with white urchin flesh and ulcers.
Whittled eagles, glass kindling!
All fall into padded gardens
And I sleep in hair nets to count road signs and gloved caravans
and turgid rest.
To find a


Stomacho Moaniac DecibelicsSnivel a roll of pills that share my aisle Split a silo that lolls and spears angling meStomacho Moaniac Decibelics
Reverance that. Similarities bound outside grimy hems of shells Hyperbole offers rain and silt
Rome is the lonely one Our paths recede Helicopter of offerings
Scrap the child You impale me listfully Oak branch snivels the hollowed nose Brat!
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Fractions of rings that steal illustriously Those that spoil and skeleton blunder Rot. Lick.
Shred the thoughts of metronome jumps What is the real cry? &nbs
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Sarah!!
i like your poem "Tears of Medusa" very much...keep up the pretty word-tangles.
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