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Knees This is not you. I do not know you, the way my body knows you: Pulls to you, lurches, absconds, leaving me hollow and burning. This is not you. I do not know you, the way I know my knees: Every crack and line, every scar, bruise and scrape. An odd bump, inexplicable: My recollections buried deep within it. These things are the way I know the difference: Left from Right. Love from Lust. But this: This is not you. I do not know you, the way you seem to know yourself: Your sharp wit cut...

The Dark Side of the Sun Yes. I live here now. Adjusting, perilously on this bright - barren plane. It is life blind - Sparking. Flaring. Furiously disjointed and seeking. It is death - an empty nothing- a bag of seashells: - Clattering. Cast out: - scattered along the shore. Crushed by the lightest of your touches. Naked. Bare. Boney delicate - incomplete - You should have been an elephant: All grey scale - bright eyes- keen ears:- I would have known you then. I am transfixed in the warm gl...

My Nadja I dreamed- fantasising- The hard flash of green Glimpsed through solid doors. The brush of static. Pulsing- not touching- but grazing - I forced that into being- Through veins - deep and crooked. This morning was science fiction: Knowing you were there before looking - I made of you an idol for my love: Casting beautiful shadows against cold stone. You were my Nadja. Struck by your eyes: corrupted and wanting I was dancing - Intoxicated- with your spirit, I dressed for church In tha...

Chain-Link Here sits the mirror of me. I Know You. Stop.think-wish-plead-praying things could have been different. We Are Chain-Link. turned- twisted-unyielding. It is desolation.love-hate-anger-pain-physical/emotional-bound in blood and dust. There is no difference today. You don’t understand:-I never wanted you clean. Only you. Carbon sour-dirt sweet sweat- bone bane and flesh. There will be no bottled green-imperfect day. We Are only/all human-stuck on play-no skip frame-rewind-fast...

It I buried it in my sleep: In the bright black earth of in-between. Amongst the sizzle pop of white noise …(I still dream)… …You will never find it. I thought of your stories: All your travels beyond the mole hill grass. Then, there was nowhere to hide It. You had been …(I saw you)…everywhere It soared with your voice. In my eyes It glistened. …… An aberration… In the blue canvas half-light. We stretched out like schoolgirls: Buried o...