Wednesday, 26 October 2011

It is what it is

Everything happens for a reason
Except rape and earthquakes.
What goes around comes around
Unless you get away with it.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Unless it’s a stroke.
Tomorrow’s another day
But not if you die in your sleep.
Karma’s a bitch
No, karma’s a fairy story
Rich boys get off murder raps
Babies die the day they’re born
Or before.
Oh well.
Time heals all wounds.
It’s just sometimes
you have to 
wait
forever.





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Friday, 7 October 2011

James

You are my ton of bricks, I can’t see anything but you.
I want to fold up inside you, safe beneath your skin.
Alone I’m on stand-by
Only you can resurrect me.





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Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Untitled

This scrunched up
piece
of toilet paper
that I held in my
hand
so hard
as your eyes raged
black
Is all that is
left of me
It is the only
thing
of mine
still standing.





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Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Observatory


Ian showed me


a ticket


ripped, with a phone number


on the back.


Might have been


thrown out weeks ago


But now eerily kept,


Preserved.


He showed it to


me like a prize:


World Trade Center


Observatory


September, 2000


‘How big was it?’

I asked, with the

naivety of one


who has never seen


the like


of a skyscraper.


‘Bigger than you could ever imagine,’


he replied.







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Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Battery heart


I’m starting
to think
love songs are lies
love songs are
just
flush of lust songs.
No love song has
ever been written
ten years down the track.
Like a chicken
whose body grows
to becomes its own worst enemy:
the more you know of me
the more there is to
pull apart.



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Thursday, 14 July 2011

Ill

I’ll never forget
that neon night we met
You were too good for me
at first
But not later.
We could have done anything
If only we’d co-operated.
Time passed
Love rotted
You threatened I’d be 40 and alone
Instead you’re 30, in a mental home
What were you thinking
When you took - a knife…?
or scissors
to your dick?
I’m sorry you’re so sick
I’m sorry
for a lot.
But not for everything.



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Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Blossom

Today
I watched
the cars bleed
on
the pavement
And
the trees
were weeping
softly on
the cars
Red and
pink drops
filled
the gutter
Bright
and deep
as
recent scars.



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