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These pages are empty.
Pour the resonating olive juice onto them
and watch them merge.
Come into light and use some foreplay.
Just foreplay.
Mimic the ever-flowing precedence.
Cut the candle in half –
give one to the poor fellow who keeps trying.
Wipe his tear – he doesn’t mean to.
Lick the next.
Taste the salt.
This train is ahead and will leave
them all behind.
Slide your hand in the sand.
Say the name softly.
Imagine it wasn’t heard.
Say my name again for me.

Thinking of her;
He could never let her go.
From mind to her mind.
Try as they might,
And they did try,
They couldn’t stop.
Ran through his mind,
Crawled through life.
They will never be.

Now it’s easy.
Today they’re sharp.
Think of the other,
Never forget.
Standing by her in his mind.
Up close.
Hold her one more time.
Just once more.
So, she can see what isn’t hers.
Pray to let them be.

Stay with me and confess,
March down with me and smile,
Hold tightly and be afraid,
Sing loudly and be embarrassed.

Play together and seduce,
Argue ferociously and linger,
Jump higher and break through,
Drift slowly apart and regret.

Help piece-by-piece and wonder,
Serve selflessly and give in,
Form a bond and unite.
Stay with me and adore.

I saw you today and felt only pain.
A pain that drives itself straight through my blood.
Licking every part of me, you wonder why.
Come to the end of the street like I asked you to –
And wait. Wait for me.
Open the hat and find inside your worry.
Trust the dial and turn it to resemble my faith.
Please give in to me.

I cried so hard that day we saw the bird.
It glistened in the sun as your eyes did when I screamed your way.
Take back the pages. Turn them.
I want you to be free from all this.
Kindly save your words for someone else.
Juxtapose it with my scent.
Smell me.

I am dizzy from the whirring of your innards.
They choose not to let me sleep.
I shall stroke my kindness into the ether and expect nothing.
I am blinded by you.
Come to me when you can. Or never.
These words are no longer meant to hurt you.
I can only be me.
See me.

Stop messing with my body and come and play with my soul.
Get behind me and hold me close to your chest as you breathe in.
Greet the uncanny behaviour I show you with a grin and a little generosity.
Let your genes flow with mine to create another.
Another who we shall name nameless. But just for now.
Steal me a smile from the child who plays in the street.
Look out for me as I go incognito to smell the rain.
Press your hand firm on my pores on my cheek on my face… on me.
Drip that sweat onto my translucent being and hold me down.
Abuse everything you have come to know about me and use it well.
For now is the time to see.
A time to see what you have made of me.
Maker’s mark on me.
Look for it.

Just liken yourself to that same face; that same name as you once did.
Gather up the evidence because I know you did it, fucker.
Just know that I know.
He can feel you on me and I choose not to wipe you away.
You remain close to my insides.
You are in my insides.
Hack away at everything I thought I knew about you and tear it up.
Decide that you no longer want me in my vegetable-like state.
Accidentally slate the plate clean even though we got you now.
We got you, babe.
Decipher this message like I know you want to.
Screw it all up like I know you are going to.
Assemble us like a jigsaw.

Position you and me so that they can see what we may be.

Then just turn yourself inside out.

Run as far as your eyes can take you,
and gleam into the section you belong.

Peer at the forsaken Jew,
and remember that only he is strong.

Give them a hand at losing themselves,
whilst you murder a few more.

Look back into the book in which you once delved,
and believe that your propaganda is raw.

Embarrass me with your honesty,
and don’t forget to apply this new death to your tally.

Even the grimace of this child; the plea,
couldn’t get you to stop the rally.

Disgust doesn’t even come close to what I feel -
You’re a fucking disgrace to humankind.

And because of you I’m losing my own appeal -
I only wish I could erase you from my mind.

I’m sorry because I can’t tell you how I feel.
I’m also sorry because I cry more than I let you know.
I want to be strong for you, I really do.

It’s tearing me up inside.

I am beside myself with joy when you are near me.
Take the broke and glue.
Although I know this’d make you mad.

Peel the mouldy layers right off.

We’re headed for doom, don’t you know?
But, that’s just the cynicism in me.
Hold tight – we’re yet to pass the dark room.

Okay, I’ll lead you through.

Smother me with the cream from the fest.
No!
Love me like you do always.

Hold me while we fly.

I walked away from all of you to see what I can make of me.
You all mean so much to me -
more than I care to show you.
The things I choose to put me through only make me stronger,
but I confess,
I write at a time I need you all more than I can tell you.
The days have been hard and I’ve struggled the nights on my own.
Sometimes I feel like a stranger and sometimes I cry walking down the block because
I’m here, you see, and here to see which way my choices will take me tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes at a price, though.
A price I’ve sacrificed too much for.
It’s more costly than you, my love.
Although you’ve all been superstars for me,
I feel I’ve let you all down by not expressing my true feeling.
I’m saddened by walking into the house of the future and petrified because I can’t pass the gate.
I’m stuck in this netherworld looking behind me to see you all fading away.
I look forward again and there you are all clear.

I have so many things to say and no way of saying them.
I want to touch you so much,
but I’m reminded of how much I destroy myself.
You all mean so much to me now –
I’m encapsulated by your love and warmth.
Hold me.
Hold me again because I need to feel what it’s like.
Walk away from me again because I have to remind myself of
myself.
Me.
This is me.
Make it happen because you’re the only one who can.

Doing things for the sake of doing things for the sake of doing them.
Using bait to fish for the same compliments you were fishing for last summer.
Speaking to the same ignorant fucks who enjoyed fucking me over yesterday.
Spending time with her again because you feel obliged to make up the lost time.
Stealing glances from me in the same way you glanced at her ass.
Trying to grow from the seeds we planted for the good-of-the-whole tree.
Knowing they’re not yours you knew you’d know them soon.
Screwing the neighbours in your attempts to screw me, the neighbour.
Dividing your attention between us ladies, multiplying yourself equally.
Developing the energy and right to conquer the land I developed.
Marrying off your daughters to try to disengage your son.
Feeling real in the morning quickly turns to that reeling feel in your dreams.
Timing the bomb so that it forces you to come on time to set me off.
Pulling at the very same strings I shortened last time you pulled.
Giving me those eyes like I’m the bad guy – I’m not, you see.
Having to give everything in order to get everything you have.
Looking at yourself in the mirror looking at me who looks at you.
Strangling those friends who grip your neck to make you feel like you fit in.
Confusing the lines on my face with the lines I drew to confuse your face.
Grumbling to your mother who taught you how to grumble like a mother.
Jumping ahead of the rat race passing the rodent who put you there.
Running backwards to the fate you desperately ran from long ago.

Faking it because you just can’t help being real.

He tastes as good as we’re worth.
So what am I going to do?

She drowns faster than the fish in the bowl.
Who are you going to blame?

They take turns to decide.

Right now there are four of them. Each looks at their reflection.
Should we tell you?

Fake some deaths. King of the fucking world.

I need to walk around. He needs to come with me. No.
I want him to come with me.

Can you hold my hand, dear?
She’s about to fall through the gap.

Not really sure what to do now.
Where are you?

You scare me more than you love me.
Don’t play games with this ring.

Means too much.

Force the curve on me.
It’s like a tattoo on my inner most self.

It’s not going to come off, is it?
Oh shit.