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Edith Sitwell

Dissolving into Crazy

Portrait

She has always wanted to be the sky. She captures dust motes dancing, races raindrops on windowpanes. She presses flowers between pages and hopes to pay for college with them. She spends too long in magazine catalogues, shortchanges herself on margarine. She wishes she looked like Andrej Pejic. That worn-away waist. Those modelled cheeks, those […]

Untitled poem

The colours and the sound Instruments everywhere Colours merged Eardrums beating Heart racing Moving my head My feet in sync With the beating sound I click my fingers And stamp my feet Instruments everywhere All made from something different Wood , plastic and bamboo Each sound is different Each sound is unique They can be […]

St.

We look at saints and streets The same way. Both are straits Between place and place: the saints, Like the streets, seem to stretch since Then to then, an obscure chain that sends Its hand to hand, to hand our sins To Heaven or the High Street. Streets, Of course (and here the difference starts), […]

Route Around

Round in my own round not in the centre sounding pounding down my own road. No eroding my round route I’m not a worn-down stone. Not ground to grinds on ground. I am my own road round the worlds. I’m hurled my own way round. I soar, my sound resounds throughout my pounding path of […]

Beautiful Tasting Words

Enticing and subsiding. Vibrant Midas touching, lust or love for aurous, ornamental auras. Flawless, floral suns and forfeit sight, lungs and sanguify, defy your heart, and hips, and rip yourself apart for fun and thrill. Chill and cheat. The stillness beats against the wind and water, waft the frosted air away – weigh your words […]

Piano

I am not mad, I assure you; Here is proof of my sanity: Eyes crossed over, genes messed further. Joy wrapped up neatly in vanity. Golden locks tied to my thighs, White coloured sticks bleached to the bone, Tapping the keys of my black beast that sighs. And the sunlight – too much – That […]

Good Morning Mrs Jones

*Knock* Oh My! Good Morning Dearie Why I thought I heard you knock Rat-a-tat tat… Rat-a-tat-tat Right I said to myself, gosh what a shock Someone at the door, shouldn’t have dropped that knife Shouldn’t have dropped that knife Not a whimsical woodpecker this time, No Way! What can I do for you dearie? You […]

Eccentricity

In Case I’m a Dauntless Warrior

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