the night and its secrets

this night does not hide my secrets. it is far too full with secrets of its own. with illicit affairs and the weight of unsaid words. the air is soaked with the lingering warmth of sweet bodies, with the soft exhalations of whispered words. it is muted by the passing cadence of a broken highway that hums like the falling of sea on sand – … Continue reading the night and its secrets

time/ribbons

a haloed body through frosted glass. like a painting, far away through boiled cabbage leaves. tape-bound bodies haloed in sugar-sweet windows. brokenness bound mended melted. the seams of our souls in technicolour, through yellowing film like teeth. like piss. hidden clocks. everywhere everywhere, as gold-tipped tassels fight the tick tocking time with raindrop love. ribbons, ribbons, ribbons. a cabbaged halo. a frosted body. a piss-toothed … Continue reading time/ribbons

alone

Do you ever feel alone?   Just lonely.   And still, cocooned by the chatter and the noise and the laughter. But disjointed, disconnected. People. Like weak magnets drawn together by nothing but an arbitrary, imaginary force. Perhaps the most significant imaginary force to ever believe in. But still, inevitably, we are separate. Our worlds unshared, unknown, untouched. Do we share them?   Some magnets … Continue reading alone