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Conspiracy Theories

Conspiracy Theories I a siege of frangipani or a kiss an incense assault or transcendence threatened by foliage pierced by dawn vanilla is a poison and you’re a killer undressed   II planes slowly find Bali smoke tears away to … Continue reading

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The Cost of Prayer

The Cost of Prayer You’ll find the gambling den next to the mosque. Take your tip from the man wearing a peci, turning his back on religious fervour dealing spades and hearts. In the distance, a pink princess grows age … Continue reading

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The Delusional Suite

The Delusional Suite Grand Delusions Lost in sleepwalking halls. A grand piano, stage light; none of the above. I open a door. A breath breaks mooring, finds my shores. I know where I am now. Where had I got to … Continue reading

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Girl, the things that get stuck in your head

Girl, the things that get stuck in your head How many things you break while drunk? A sacrifice isn’t unless it hurts. A sacrificial glass makes you sweep the floor at last. * Girl, the things that get stuck in … Continue reading

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Prettier Suns

Mediation Leo, drop the pride. Cancer, you’re not the only one needing pain relief. Mars glares at the others in a cardinal cross you’ve both been hammered on. Leo, it’s only a shell and the meat is sweet. Cancer, it’s … Continue reading

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Saturdays with Sauce

Saturdays with Sauce Bus stops and tomato sauce are inseparable. * The nutter will always find you. * What makes hot buns cross? What cross did you bear when my arms went cold? * We were inseparable and the surgery … Continue reading

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Matchbox Engineer

Matchbox Engineer Trying not to burn bridges but your fingers hiss like flame throwers, your hair is soaked in metho and your feet tap tunes for a bomb. Trying not to burn bridges but you watch him drive away without … Continue reading

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