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Stockholm Syndrome Season
Locked In Syndrome Comes around every thousand years A prisoner of forced smiles and easy tears Yo-yo Boy is on the move Laugh or cry?— Whose pulling the strings? —The motorcade passes without event —Go-go Yo-yo!—Go-go! When you’re on the up, we support you When you let us down, we bury you Forever following a u-turn On the path of the tri-eyed…
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Drowning Witches
Under 2 suns, a slaughter of scrap-shots: A stand-up cowboy finally reclines— A hypocrite with tentacles for tasting— A triangle sits on her head: skull or bones?— In a last will and testament, a pack of cards sits soberly Give it your best, put them back in the pack, shuffle, and be on your way 11 days later— ‘don’t worry I have this all sown up’ Such a tenuous agreement catches fire in…
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Reduced Circumstances
Tender is the touch, fingering spilt ink Out of work: the ur-choice of exile Not to discredit but to never credit The ones that are dispossessed Are always the ones that get away The celebrity slave labourer holds court An inventor of duck eggs—cracked and left wanting As the invention rises as a rodent on leather wings Bill sits by the window and suddenly sees he…
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Narcissistic Arson
Atrocity much? Where ya been, old bean? Deep dive into the thing they just had Collecting, giving away, charity begins at home My family were taken away from me Dispersed as rare bird seed Tear apart my cardboard heart Eat the onion, burn the sage For the reaction is given freely If given means turning on a dame Dressed as Santa, tommy gunned down Oh- oh- it used to be such a carry…
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yes, I knew him well, well enough to ignore him
All that effort and no one to see it Thank God, their top lids are stitched to tearless cheeks Crawling over the sound of scraping: over whimsy, over petrol, over politics Their daily walks pass beneath my apartment on the 13th floor My dog lays beside me unfed and unburied, unbought, un-ever there The wife, the husband, the partner, the lover— Going grey in somebody else’s fairy…
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Black Shirts on Blank Stairs
Wearing a t-shirt Sayin’— “my other t-shirt Hasn’t got a slogan on it” Going down the coil Appropriated from crude oil The most-favourite, most-royal Upside down will Couldn’t write itself Out of this Tumultuous turn of events Self-proclaimed definitively with defiant grab bags Made from damp and drab fabric Finger holes are torn easily When a uniform buckles The Nazi swears— “I…
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One Last Look Under the Stairs
A life of depravity The death of vanity Transcendence through transgression A séance to find your departed spirit In a silence of spoken gestures Blood in the gutters, sieve out the coal A clenched jaw finds diamonds by chewing the cud Tension in opposites is where wisdom flows Self-destruction creates self-denial creates the self-belief we ain’t getting out of here alive The Doomsday…
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Oh, Oh Aqua Marino
The bubbles pop then the words drop READ THE ROOM! READ THE ROOM! This is your cake, time to consume READ THE ROOM! READ THE ROOM! Only with its erasure does the list begin again READ THE ROOM! READ THE ROOM! Pompous pumpkin ruins Halloween’s thrall READ THE ROOM! READ THE ROOM! I hate funfairs, prefer A & E READ THE ROOM! READ THE ROOM! The walls are closing in, this smacks of…
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the happy nobody, the desperate someone
I sleep in shifts I have so much dreaming to get through My waking hours: white noise and light Sleep renders me invisible to sore eyes I am the blindfold for the world’s indecision A pillow over a mouth full of cavities A hook, line and sinker accepting dead weight Awaken, suffocating, a delusion of vigilance A hypnogogic reckoning with sweat on its brow I’ll see you in-between the…
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daemon angelus— we are the go-between
crumbs are just bread disseminated this is both true and false crumbs in my bed crumbs in my bed I wish I was dead just because of the crumbs in my bed The permanent scaffolding in place Is weak by design Planned obsolescence Is the inherited intention of the All Gods are flawed All Kings are pawns All Queens are drowned Witch’s warnings ignored Blocked out by heat and smoke I…
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Saying Goodbye to Everyone (when they don’t know that you’re going)
One more time around, so make it (a) count(down) One more time around, so take (away) your position One more time around, the map is now the territory Saying goodbye to everyone when they don’t know you’re going is harder on them than you Its more fun than you would think, after dropping a lifetime of clues leaving nothing but a vague understanding of who the hell you were —a not so…
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Gossip Hound
I can smell you I can see you I know where you live the sentiment in the letter posted I promise I mean every word of it— Danger ahead in my head I alert you to an ill wind blowing with the box and the locked lid I can save you from what’s coming— In the headlines in my head I’m the hero of the day you’re a damsel I’m a knight safe in my box I protect you day and night I won’t let you out of my…
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slowly backing out of the room
Not a fan no more You wanna scream at clouds that’s your deal Feeling like a poached egg is a sign of the times Hit the lights Hit the punch Hit the dancefloor Hit yourself up one more time Hit on another way you’re never getting out of here All whilst I’m slowly backing out of the room
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Transaction
I want to be I want to be I want to be what I am The irony of they saying you cannot be Is not lost on me— —as I’m lost to them Swap spit swap clothes swap tales swap jobs Swap loyalties, swap schools Pips and seeds, pigs and wolves, A fable truer than any textbook The pit in your stomach is where you lay down your cards — found and lucid the ebb and flow…
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myviolin
String String Third String Another string to my bow myviolin louder than mypipe myfather taught me to fear the other mymother taught me to fear the visitor myfather taught me to fear the self mymother taught me to fear myfather myfather taught me to fear outcomes mymother taught me to fear the weather myviolin needs new strings mypipe just needs a light
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a bucket of cold water
Dampen down with diagnosis Excoriate with textbook tautologies Crosses to bear branded on the brain Heavy labels we carry to queues for curios We are all the same: Except you and you and you Individuality is neither a blessing nor a curse But a costly exercise crammed into one cheap exam Binaries and absolutes Opinion and taste come from me, and end with me Because they are for…
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a soap bubble floated in the sky for several miles
empty is as empty does light and determined unfilled unfulfilled… unfurling… put all sharp objects out of reach the pin the needle the sword the tongue well-wishers wish they had your will— to become the portrait on an outgoing postcard a hand shades my open eye from the glare of the view how dare you dare to dream says an absent crowd distance makes the heart want to follow fondly but…
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