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The Newspaper Seller
creative endeavour (cake)
pure, disgusting vanity (Howl 2.0)
smoke in sunbeams
Smoke in the sun beans
Twix wood window panes
Dancing and twirling
Above finger nail stains
His love is absynth
Her life is wine
Inebriated in
the gaps between time
Darling we’re nothing
But slipping held hands
Darling we’re nothing
But best laid plans
Darling we’re nothing
Apart at the seams
Darling we’re nothing
But smoke in sunbeams
Our silences are waterdrops
On a windswept front-lawn
Dewdrops holding on like hands
They’d fall at a single yawn
Reminisce about that joke
About that bath we shared
Dancing like smoke to
Blared tunes in your kitchen cheese room
Careless midnight whispers
I’m Mister Darcy
You’d ask me to rub my whiskers on your thighs
You’d ask me to turn off the light
My face is pale now, smothered shaving foam
Sucking my nails now and bathing alone in the glaring midday glass
Have you always had that birthmark?
You’re cheeks flush like wine, deep violet
Are you okay? You’re all quiet
I’m sorry, yeah alright, I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing
Our silences are waterdrops
A wind sweeps over our front-lawn
Dewdrops holding on like hands
They’d fall at a single yawn
I imagine the church pews,
My mates would chorus the “I do”
I always moan and groan on the phone
“I’m alone, at home, on the throne, on my own”
Water might fall through fingers
But so does smoke
So does steam
Let’s get hot, let’s daydream the honeymoon,
twist limbs like the dancing plumes of a mid-afternoon drag,
Curled, tangled, snagged, weaved vaporous seams,
Love me, love me, love me, love me…
Say something, say something, say something like
We’re something, we’re something, we’re something, anything, anything
Our silences are waterdrops
A wind sweeps over our front-lawn
Dewdrops holding on like hands
They fall at a single yawn
We listen to the TV talk to us about nothing
At least that’s something, I think?
But you uncoil yourself from me
I hear your eyelids sink
I hear you fall into the sheets
You look better on your own
Floating downdreams, without me
I put on my shoes
You yawn as I kiss your forehead
I leave a note as I leave
“I just can’t thread
Smoke through our extinguished sun beams”
Smoke in the sun beans
Twix wood window panes
Dancing and twirling
Above finger nail stains
His love is absynth
Her life is wine
Inebriated in
the gaps between time
Darling we’re nothing
But slipping held hands
Darling we’re nothing
But best laid plans
Darling we’re nothing
Apart at the seams
Darling we’re nothing
But smoke in sunbeams
fight me
why bother? you’re a salmon
RSVP ASAP
beep beep,
beep beep,
beep beep,
alright alright, I’ll be happy
Brain vs Me
Try make sense of this
I wish I never met you, or at least never got acquainted
Oh sweeeeeet, don’t worry, I kinda forgive you, now we’re in a pub or a house or my house or a club and we’re having a drink, that’s nice, that’s nice, too nice?, no just nice, this is a habit, this isn’t a problem, just enjoy, just enjoy,
Brain has got drowsy on beer, he’s slurrring and languidly gesticulating and is letting up on me a bit, telling me a silly little joke about a chickpea, hahahaha, nice one, now we’re both admiring a girl who has boobs as bouncy as a pornstar,