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Disable all feeling
He was thunderous on Sunday
Somehow
Unspoken words a torrential downpour
Face brimming with uncracked enormity
Even then. Opposite and speaking with my exhales, painting optimism I couldn’t be sure I wanted before us. Pictures I know I couldn’t need.
The past condensed into the atmosphere of the room and you declared the uncertainty of all of it
the probability that you felt at least some of it
b…
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In a pub alone
Is this my London now, a half known, middle man, promising change and beckoning pain?
People litter the room at near enough seven pm
The place is window fronted, and it’s late summer, the ends of evening sun is tickling the corners of the room like bursting gasps of laughter.
I’m in between everyone. In between him and myself. My thoughts dance back to touch his face.
Clapham, I’ve spoken about…
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I chose love
And there it begun
A spot of damp
Ominous, malshapen and bruised
So sudden, as damp tends to be
And yet so much a product of simple
Complacency.
Drawing across a planetary sweep I had cast in typical throws of idealism.
Creeping into the corners of the sky’s of our eyes.
This microcosmic world has had its rosy summer, perhaps? It’s hard to tell with damp, where it might possibly end.
I screw my…
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Ode to Brighton
Brighton, today you are new and warm.
Every eccentric left home this morning in their loudest trousers, they sprinkle the pavement: a glorious confetti.
A man I don’t know said Brighton is full of flakes, but when the sun shines the centre throbs. A nexus of ecstasy. Every single of the happiest people in the world explore seven dials, the punctuation between Hove and Brighton.
And I will board a…
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Flaws
He has my heartbeat
Draped across his wardrobe,
Sometimes looking him in the eye
Is like looking at infinite moments or knots in oak.
I want to find a sober corner departed from
These anxiously charismatic people
So I can escape, if not for long, to a secluded hollow
In the deep city; a spot for when I need to work on my charm.
you’ll know you’re in love
when someone else’s struggles cast your…
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Spring 19
In the dark back of the house, dripping with broken curtain drapes
A cacophony of rugs.
friends sit sipping
rum from mugs.
Perhaps consumed by un-stirred moments of disinterest. The white light of phones floods the corners of faces, one forehead blemish illuminated; the only marked reminder of angst.
Another drag, they pass around.
London exhales it’s mechanical lungs in the morning, throws the…
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Vogue
My arms curve where my legs don’t.
Long. A speckled hen
A featherless pluck
Red pucker.
Nostalgia tastes like hot milk
Tastes like nimble cinnamon
Looks like warmth.
My lips are like strawberries from one angle. Eyes are green, eyes are green
But thin upfront and a smack across my teeth. Green in a romanticised sense.
I am not glass on the pavement or a
“No” at the door of the club.
N…
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Sleepless
Sleep, Used to be A dusting A light blowing, And sleep would rouse from me A quiet nudge enough to unsettle Settled tendrils recoil when that floor-board creaks. Light sponges through the curtain crack at seven these Mornings but sleep is suddenly heavier than ever It was. Blue is the first moment now, I begin to sponge Foundation mainly on just the outer edge of my face Because my skin is…
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I don’t know how my heart is capable of loving every person who’s ever been close to me, but all I need is human connection and that person instantly becomes important
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