My friend,
My karmic enemy
You’d come from the dollar store, your irises the size of pills
We watched the pretty people, a fluorescent remedy
Their 12ft phaetons, Classic,
Pretty,
Patent,
Leather.
Comprehending this intersection, Resolution in Disillusion,
Remade in His image,
Mirrors in silence, traffic whirls
‘The people are beautiful here!’, gripping your own palms,
‘Too hot to work here’, I puff
All the past clashes before you,
Metropolitan Trash, Working The Bar, Table Tops
Child’s Play,
Rough Play
You never learned to love kindly
What would that make me?
Sitting like a rot, Shame of split streets, Leased off plots,
Broken people reigning a lost cause
Glide on by,
Middle of the Square,
Baby doll tee, Can you love me forever?
Love me for a peak?
Head of a woman
Skin of a woman
Eyes that see round, flat city, photo-real.
Middle of the square. It had turned night around us. Everyone was still awake.
In altered states, we matched their hum, the sound filling our ears till we laughed.
I had had a dream about this, but I wouldn’t share till you pried me open, heaved into my mouth.
‘You wanna fight me cuz we ain’t fucking! It’s fucking or fighting!’
We head for the end, hegemony of the grid, lights on the tops, through the windows, the endless street.
I beg for your pardon, middle of 14th, an old friend naked+hunching over the charging point.
I wait to say hello and cannot fathom how.
She says I am a mirror running on empty
You treat me like a bad bad thing, when I never do nothing to do wrong,
But protect my heart, my palms, my kin
You love me like this
Suede round the neck, lone player low on luck
Yearns, Bellows, That I want you Want, Want you, Have you, Alone near you
Undone that you’ll, Feel me, Take me there, Beyond my despair
Friday night nothing to do, Blue light glare, Fill me up up up, Redo me tomorrow
When I am new and rested
Curl of my left arm, That I have lain still under wraps of dreams
Forget me amidst the girls, Their high necks, Laced-up collars, Free girls, Red girls
Forming the Theories
How to make dough baby, Powder baby,
Kneaded baby
Bursted baby,
Flowered baby,
Shot-up,
Put to sleep
Night baby
Middle of the roundabout
Day break on the park bench
Lone cars surge the circle
If I were trying to be funny
I might sing
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Dense Cities 01
Launching Dec 2025