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pink fringe liquid stars

my body is nothing but ocean
and vivid black sky and i feel whole
she is somewhere floating behind me
solid and present while i am
nothing but liquid stars
she reaches for me and i sink into the womb

22 February 2018
The Grave of the Fireflies

Here,
everything is illusive.
Senses are no longer
reliable.

20 February 2018
Hamper

The wind will read your palm like a dessert menu.
Your blood will be determined, though not by
letter but by norm.

14 February 2018
O Sacrum Convivum

Chink of green glass ‘chin-chin’ under
mosquito-hive canopy, and the sky above
is just really big. We have a clear dusk.
Sip the Jesus juice and sit in silence
for the sacrament.

13 February 2018
Sushi

she likes to be cosy
not warm but
wrapped up

13 February 2018
Gathering Sticks

In Footscray now; people in soft-focus and wrapped in silk. Asphalt melts, sticks to my boot.

13 February 2018
Recollections 6

20 December 2017
Recollections 5

17 December 2017
Recollections 4

12 December 2017
Monseigneur

IT’S A PARTY CRATE.

17 October 2017
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