awake
too early
all the day's air
already
deflated
gasp
gulp &
sob somehow
simultaneously
can't tear
this wretched
head from
a hot bed
hollowness
too heavy
to move or
move on or
move away
& i just want to
move again
with purpose
move like
moving matters
but i fight myself
to my feet
for the day
anyway
tie slow
strings for
these marionette
motions
wooden
painted limbs
clatter & clamber
with external
purpose
an act of
movement
the farce
of mo(u)rning
routine
Monday, July 03, 2017
Sunday, July 02, 2017
ceiling tiles
ceiling tiles
fighting kind by ainslie wills
cool out by matthew e. white & natalie prass
wild horses by bishop briggs
not above love by alunageorge
tundra by sleepmakeswaves
die young by sylvan esso
let me down easy by gang of youths
midnight hour by teischa
deep wide ocean by the jezabels
never gonna change by broods
Saturday, July 01, 2017
ghostwriter
he looks like
he's been reading
poetry
all day
all mine
& i'm converted
more to a
show versus tell
theory
when his hair
falls into &
over his eyes
as he
focuses
the tip
of his tongue
in his teeth
starts
all my
little word
heartattacks
an image
of stubblescratch
raw along
the side of my
neck
all morning
accompanies
the ghosts
of fingertips
soft along
the sides of my
thighs
need his low
rumblings
to echo around
chest walls
pressed up against mine
or how shoulders might
shake still, when
he holds on tight &
laughs into my hair
& i could
draw diagrams
in disarming detail
if he ever
asked me to
but i just write
just
right
and he
will never see
what he
does to the mind of me
he's been reading
poetry
all day
all mine
& i'm converted
more to a
show versus tell
theory
when his hair
falls into &
over his eyes
as he
focuses
the tip
of his tongue
in his teeth
starts
all my
little word
heartattacks
an image
of stubblescratch
raw along
the side of my
neck
all morning
accompanies
the ghosts
of fingertips
soft along
the sides of my
thighs
need his low
rumblings
to echo around
chest walls
pressed up against mine
or how shoulders might
shake still, when
he holds on tight &
laughs into my hair
& i could
draw diagrams
in disarming detail
if he ever
asked me to
but i just write
just
right
and he
will never see
what he
does to the mind of me
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
summer mellowdies
the highs by panama
arty boy by flight facilities feat. emma louise
does your city sleep like mine by jim lawrie
never start by middle kids
what can i do if the fire goes out? by gang of youths
jungle by tash sultana
strange or be forgotten by temples
all disco by elbows
wasted on fidelity by cameron avery
love is mystical by cold war kids
let's hug longer by heaps good friends
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