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i am tired. the pink elephant has been snoring past its bedtime, and the trees smell like honey. the dew is on the grass, the dew is in the ..

inside where the pain is. we scream and scream and rainbows wash awayaways down the drain and down the sink and down the rabbit hole. we ar..

i think i know. but i don't. i am tried and best and blue, vanquished in the moth flutter of dim bulbs smoking hot. red. then arcs yellow, ..

i be the sun the bee the flower sung, water on skin. stung. with no wind i fall and break. break into colour-- rainbow(penisgl..

in my jacket is a saxophone. in the saxophone is a tidy sum of feelings. last night i found a man in my breast-pocket, he spoke in A-flat ..

...best poem i have written in what feels like many a month.

motorbike engine revs her thighs into heaven, pink and peach on the complexion of a smooth child. criminal is the doll which says so little, ey..

continuation of a theme from "friendly fire"

gun weeps bullets like frost and sympathy... tea-leaves choke the space between the soldiers-- water molecules pressed beneath transce..

smile like a lemon wedge lightless, weighed against the salt and sting war of fruition with kamikaze lean to risk the lips, in kiss an..