Indian inkwells

Last night I fantasised that I was swallowed by your eyes, a dream it seems but oh how real to almost feel you feeding on me. Tell me who does not dream and I’ll show you an empty tomb. flesh and blood I am. And then I wake and have to shake my head set free…

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Butchers

She convinces me and the night slips into bed with me. The warrior worries that he hurries too much perhaps that’s a touch, touch too far. We are heads on the block and the guillotine’s stuck stock in the pot and no one gives a fuck, let them starve or eat cake how I ache…

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Resin in my eyes

Another night ends with the dawn and I made it to this side again, another ghost train ride through dreams disguised as memory are consigned as these things are to history, but nothing’s simple, is it? I paddle in these streams of conscious thought splashing wildly as night so kindly falls away. Friday, time to…

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The pairing

Shadows run ahead of us see how they hop and skip to balance on the edge of time, I fear that they will trip. Then the day grows dull and shadows pull their coats a little tighter, the fighter in me wants to stay but the shadows fade then fade away. The evening of my…

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