Vitreous Ill-Humour
You laughed at me so hard, It made you cough and splutter; Tears poured from your eyes As you pounded your sides and choked. I woke in the night crying and wondering
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Can You Choose To Believe?
What do you do when you are tired? Tired of the hurt and the tears? What do you do when you can’t see? Can’t see the sun shine through your window?
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The Gambler
He lets women spin through his mind. Blurred at first, the reel slows – a cherry, a seven, then stops at Maria from the library.
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Ritual
Are these the hands that shaped these times from soil, and took each precious stone down to the sea to wash it, bring it back, arrange like shapes that will become significant and pure?
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Always read the Label Chapter 24 Forever Changing
At first I thought it was a raid, then realised the police might not bother to knock. The thought dawned on me if it wasn't the police, it could only be someone even worse.
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Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999
Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,
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Monroelogue.
Wrote this 3rd year at Uni...inspired to post it having found it tonight - after the abctales Brighton event where Tara Hanks read extracts from 'The Mmm Girl'... odd.
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From the Haert
When I became sentient and found that I was created from lust and wifely duty, and my conception was a mistake, I felt cold. When I discovered my life had once hung by a thread
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Dying Alone
I have nothing in my life Would anybody notice if I died? Would I make noise if I fell to the floor Since there is nobody around to hear it? When will I die? And how? Will I die alone?
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A Midsummer Night's Frolic
Frolics and capers.
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