Hush

Two am passion
is
a stranger
in the night
that I learn
to embrace

submerged in the
foreign darkness
of morning
before light

we are Hester’s lovers
tangled in
individual anguish

drawn closer
to morning

we are Hester’s lovers
entwined in
shallow breath

smoke
that still signals
long after
fire.

Collage by Hannah Gartside

FIREWORK

pt 1 /- Dirrty 2002 2am

zips red and white jacket motorbike

continues beyond edges

if you can’t trust me who can you trust

but doesn’t it always

etc

echo……….

echo……

crowd duh

you don’t know what’s happening out here beyond the screen. beyond the walls you deserve to be happy. you deserve to be free of

trust me, rides motorbike thru juggalo crowd

if u don’t, also order water

close-up of Redman’s teeth, but seriously though

steamy shower in rainforest

add me

cream beige lip-gloss, ornate gold labret, ornate gold nose stud, black eyes, because you’re worth it

then u should’ve put a fire whirl on it

a chainlink fence on fence on fence on fire

she pops out of the cage, no one talks to her, about how the casino burns to the ground, every fucking hour on the hour.

I’m tired,

fucking,

condemned wharves.

face so foundation it’s butter

watch flames

forest fists

leeches: inner thighs

melting

scented bin liners

& she’s still inside u

scented panty liners

red with an “X” on the back, chaps & smoking is still

ttly dodelijk.

moss inside, slashes in the ground, hair so black it’s white;

moist an optical illusion in the centre of the ring, which is square

wet draws u

anime off switch

generous to reader by believing that they can deal with it, whatever that is

one nostril blocked

a real page turner

add someone on facebook

that’s enough now i started writing again

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