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#007: To Build A Tongue
This week I made a tongue out of digital ink Fibrillating muscle crafted by equally twitchy fingertips Fingertips that played staccato scales on non-musical keyboards Fingertips that scratched the skin off inedible apples Scoured juvenile journals made of trees and mystical code To make an abode out of ethereal brain pickings. . This week the…
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#006: the moon, the sun and the sky
I could have been someone. Well, so could anyone. Fairytale of New York by The Pogues Will that realisation push you further into life Or despair? Perhaps that is the choice we need to make Each morning when we pull our socks over our shins Spit the acid toothpaste into the black metal ditch Silence…
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#005: Tomato Soup
We sit in a café opposite one another again He orders tomato soup I order nothing I watch his averted gaze Wondering If he’ll burst into a thousand ice chips If I say what I want to say . The bowl arrives Black pepper, salt Hold the soy sauce He slurps in an anti-clockwise spiral…
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#004: Bit by Bit
Live the waves Let the water undulate And cascade against your skin With your body Float then dip Then dive right in Salty water on tongues The fizz of first love Seaweed entangling the toes Like adolescent dreams that Won’t let go of the person you’ve grown into But the fish munch on, bit by…
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#003: Painting
You are the colour of borrowed books and fidgety feet The colour of last week’s lip print on a mug of ginger tea Impatience painted on the lips of thee Expended time with no receipt. . You are the colour of a love acknowledged Loud in laughter, drowned in delight Textured with our follies, our…
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