I'm a victim of mortality,
all of you and all of me -
Can't you see
this is weak piracy?

Steal my heart
my private dissection of wishes
lost in the deep blue something
that churns with rebel force.

I explain,
I'm riding through.
Awake, to take this,
your talk-back,
better off bloodless,
captive here, drinking my beer
stifling my fear.

I stitch me up
and turn me round
and drop me to the heavy ground.
I'm found, ever around.

Ultimate distinction
Winter fields as we march
the long road.
Pushing and wishing
fretting and failing.

I fall off the cross
and weep so far below
pulled in an undertow,
nowhere left to go.
Get off of me,
Just deck me,
and let's dance this dance.

I'm a trip,
I'm a trance,
I'm a stuffed-up romance.

I wear this old engagement ring
a reminder, a mirror
a glue.
I've got it all together now
Vibrant dream
painted viral meme
that was once your lost scream.

I stitch me up
and turn me round
and drop me to the heavy ground.
I'm found, ever around.


Boy, pretty boy
you sing to me
of poppy fields of need,
you crave me,
and with my head tilted
i cry.

I am at rest
between your shoulder
blades.
You call me:
Jelly Bean
Green Eyes,
lit by gin.
A flame in which
this begins.

I grin, I gamble
with this my last
five bucks.
I must confess
but to whom?

Now it's all up to us,
nobody else left to trust.
Bring me back the toy from your
next happy meal,
and maybe I will start to feel.

A hope spider,
crawling up the inside
of my legs -
careless love in a tall glass.

Digitised dismissal.
There's no way back
to the before
to hear the unheard
or unsay that word.
I'm not really so sure,
drill me,
sporadic pounding at my breast.

I stitch me up
and turn me round
and drop me to the heavy ground.
I'm found, ever around.

Stay away,
please,
honestly just await the evening tide
and let me learn
the regal blue
the fragrance true
that taints me with you.

So far outside it all,
I feel my guts slip out,
into the muggy light.
So far to go,
so much I do not know
but I'm spinning in this spot
and my half-smile tells you
to make this stop.

Cup the curve of my breast
in the circle of your palm:
The air will stop,
the mirror of you in me
is all that I can truly see.
Discovery tied about my wrist.
I'm at the mercy of each twist.

Human exposition,
tonight I am a jungle
and I am one breath away
from Neptune.
I sink in skin,
and now, oh how I begin
with each and every little...

Grab my hand, tea party time
move on, move up,
stunned flashes as we stand.
we'll stitch me up
and turn me round
and drop me to the heavy ground.
I'm found, ever around.

I do not have to swallow,
only suck it up
and take it hard,
and break each shard
so that I cannot, later
recall my dizzy dance,
our false seduction -

I will not rise again in three days time
but I will soar far over you
into a day not black and blue
but made of gentler hues
that calm the marrow of my womanhood
and descend into an instant bliss,
not unlike a kiss,
which glances across my skin.

Up these stairs I head,
and drop each letter you wrote
(Each apology and reason,
each well-phrased execution of my soul)
is casually released
as up and up I go.