any more did you
not see the split second
where you left first?
16.11.11.
maybe you
can help me
open up all we
need is a password
help me find that
line I lost
17.11.11.
and
then he
picks me up
with his teeth
pushes me up
against the wall
A wall was very
supportive
like some
thumb sucking
babe I seem to
be stuck to the
floor
one person
doesn't exist
19.11.11.
you know
when I said
try speaking to
the other door?
Its not the one
I meant
tricky
like having
your stomach
pulled out bit harsh
this big dipper, see
if I can reach the
tonsils
there's a
window too
if you need to
use it
20.11.11.
was
that the
heart or the
soul I mauled?
both of them
are real
21.11.11.
overthrusting
may juxtapose
not lower crustal
rolls against upper
crust blocks
chemically
active fluids
recrystalize the
dynamothermal
cataclesite
extraterrestrial
object collides with
earth impacting at
increasing pressure
conditions
and then
he bit hard
into my feelings
22.11.11.
air pressure
special relativity
like water
spraying out
bits like electrons
and protons
particles
going faster
than light through
transparent media
ouch
safe
but dead
23.11.11.
feels
like an ice
rink. As I throw
myself at your chest
we just keep spinning
round and round
and round ...
anyone saw
a caravan there?
his heart is full of
butterflies and wild
animals and oh
how it singes
9pm
so would
the doors and
windows not speak
to you then? the
gateposts must
be happy too
24.11.11.
couldn't
stand the pain
the healing
balm was rich and
thick running down the back
of my throat. Like a hive arrived
in your chest. I drank several
jugs and fell asleep
on the sofa
seems
there's more
tracks and phantom
tollbooths than I
thought
so what
about the
rugby. The scrapes
you get into how
they use their
knees to
wakes
me with a jolt
25.11.11.
he made enough
honey to last everyone
for the season. Like jars of
fruit on the tree
26.11.11.
like playing with paws in
the air this went on all
night pressing juice
from the channels
28.11.11.
the three
of them shipped
a cargo overseas
and waited the
birth of their
sister
January 08
the way she
carried herself in a witchy twitchy sort of way melon glace on a froth of its own spirit level singing in a jar over cracked ice a translucent caisson the first star makes its debut on the palette hips in style bearing herself up balances a tray the stylus etched on her nerves locked in sway each movement corresponded like an invisible programme pulls out a silk scarf from a black hole push me pull me she walks on singing her moans to the tree
28.11.11.
feathers
folded down
sometimes a
good idea
30.11.11.
so I jumped
his back hoping
to escape the firing
squad... Bump
did you
ever jump
right through
someone, awesome
feeling. I can smell
things that are
not here
2.12.11.
what
will be come
of a rugby scrum
blows fingers
3.12.11.
like a
baby elephant
wobbly bendy legs
tries to stand then
flumps again assisted
by another child
then I
should take
up my bow and stretch
the arrow right back
or it backfires
and theres
other games you
can play push me pull
me, had, sticky fingers,
sitting on the branch
didn't like
kiss chase, all
ends in tears. The maths
kid was helping me with
my homework and
then we grew up
snap crackle and rock
cricket is a
bit more rough
with the adrenlain
specially when I winded
myself with the bat rolls
on the ground with
stars running
its the
football and
rugby that really grazes
brainstorm chugging
away not sure
where its
going
wooden
toys are quite
good and ones made
from real bark and
pulses
4.12.11.
amplified
colours luminate
the gloom like chalk
painted on
marble
the scooters
burned the road
leaving a smell of coffee
and rubber. To drink
down the steam of
the burned
asphalt
can I have
some more please
I want to soak my chops
in it . She don't like cocaine
but she likes the smell
of tires on a hot day
specially if shes
freewheeling
5.12.11
.
when Ive
blanked my feelings
only one way back, pay
the tollbooths and off
to yonder hills where
peaks and valleys
rough you up
wild heather
under foot in the
sharp lemon scent summer
air. The gulls of Lomond
screech an atheist
tide
Tudor
dreams of torture
leave behind a mutton
and barley stew. Make
it into pies
the crags
of Edinburg
make piping string
fanfare like bagpipes
violins chant in
ancient grief
theres
balm in the lower
notes of double bass
and trombone unison
deep resonance ...
by the
light o the peat fire
flame something to mull
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15.10.11.
tantric meatface
invested in a living hell
even the socks are lying
when you walked out that door
one of us mechanically follows
Ive hidden the bears in the
cupboard they can't see
how decor affects us 20.10.11. three angels rapped the night in veils of joy their harps medling into one 22.10.11. as the train approached the platform gasped in sheer horror. Like if something bad is going to happen like a tsunami you can't stand. Shoop but I can get up to my feet ... again ... if I try. don't eat the leopards don't mess with them leave well alone they say homework just can't have the 'having' of that as if having = had, had = gone 23.10.11. then time stood still as reality sank deep into my head. Time flowed through me like a smooth stream of consciousness tickling things I didn't know about like the sea's swirling through the trees. Shoals splashing past the sleepy coral 24.10.11. February so I thought I'd have a brainstorm. And then the sickening terror as nasty bombs blow up in my limbs flames licking my back as the pain shot through the heart boom boom clatter crash shakalak chak chak chak this is a total headfuck where's the happy feeling gone blip blip tiiinnnnggg bang BHOOOOMM neeeooowwww, wang waaaannng, groan rip creak ... CRACK hushshshsh ..... 24.10.11. forming new designs as we circle closer never merging. I feel like ... the orb in his hand I am the ornament on the fascia , he takes me elegantly by the hand twirls me round I feel like the perfect leafy foil 25.10.11. as long as I really embarrass myself. Have a tantrum or go completely mental to chase the deliberate thought and letting go on paper is to be a bit like whatever a mad frog jumps waves its hands is more freaky is whats really freaky 26.10.11. would Mozart or Beethoven bring out my feelings, would they riot on paper or set fire to the roof something to chew on or will my tears heal me? The pied piper has spoken. Words can fight, they can dance, sing, they can ... 27.10.11. crotchet quaver quaver c d e c b a g .... gg ..... gg .... g a b f e d c b ..b ..b .. b c d c b a g .. this is going to be hard right but ... that angel dish is a bit too rich isn't it? oh so you don't really want a double choc double chip chocolatey ice cream flake desert thingy then? walks past a load of party poppers and streamers on the pavement 30.10.11. something so beautiful even the stars are crying. So I sent you a gull and with it my hand touches yours 1.11.11. he could feel me laugh though I've never seen him. Can a mind really read another one? 3.11.11. now that you've worn yourself out there were at least three things you missed why does my hand smell of aftershave? the universe splintered and then my triplet was born. And he is everywhere 4.11.11. I sent you a map which you still have. It was awkward. Maybe we can work as colleagues little bubbles rose from the pome 5.11.11. the fireworks were full of pain bashing little nerve ends memories of bloodshed littered a field and still I stayed now that we're on the roof you could try speaking in symbols to the other door a world within a world 7.11.11. chip chip chip my mind hopped from branch to branch like a little sparrow 9.11.11. centrifugal fanfare trumpets through the glade petals fly everywhere sprinkling quavers on the crisp grass fluting tunes spiral into the air like a scent wafting through the twitters autumn is my spring 10.11.11. and then I passed between two gargoyles where a dusty wind blew through a ghost town and nothing was recognisable 11.11.11. vague shadows move through the fog vaguely resembling people I knew 13.11.11. few bangers under foot the warmth spread from my chest into the maze around the heart where tendrils touch maybe not a beanstalk but things that recieve light making fibre optic shocks 15.11.11. and then all the nerves joined up tugging like piano strings plucking echoes from the notes fingers like a bow making a low slang
12.06.12.
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