Sonnet for the Surgeon

She told me I was in for a world of hurt. I tried to tell her that I was used to it, but the words came out slurred and I ended up flecking her skirt with spit. She said I should keep it cool as well. I've been lukewarm for a decade and wondered if... Continue Reading →

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Having your cake…

...and sleeping in, third night in a row she's called, and when I answered the phone she asked what kind of cake I'd like to be, slurring the words on east coast time. It was four fifty GMT, numbers lit blurry on the bedside clock and it seemed a savoury shock to wonder at that... Continue Reading →

Donations

We got enough copies of Fifty Shades to keep a fire going for fifty days, would've been a real Farenheit 451 celebration, a Bradbury bonfire; had enough copies of the film adaptation to built a six foot tall monument to masturbation and sexual frustration. I read a couple of pages, once, during a long lunch... Continue Reading →

Clean-Cut Contemplation

I'm a sucker for submersion, find clarity in clean cut strokes, spinning rhymes in the deep end without a pen to write them down, so either repeat them until dry or leave them to drown, diving deep the next day to retrieve them. Would be easier to be a pool-side poet, and I can't swim... Continue Reading →

We

We recognise winter by the songs we play listening to Billy Bragg and wishing on satellites - no shooting stars, just rooftop bars and the hope of stargazing better endings. We fake smiles when working shopping aisles, daydreaming about Whitman beside the white bread, reading Leaves of Grass on lunch breaks not lasting long enough.... Continue Reading →

Honesty

Funny, the way we lived together for three years but only touched when it came time to say goodbye. I finished work at midnight raced through empty streets, hitting every green light as if I was on my way to place the winning vote with a movie deadline. Almost crashed into the taxi as we... Continue Reading →

Election/Leaving Day

Funny, the way we lived together for three years but only touched when it came time to say goodbye. I finished work at midnight raced through empty streets, hitting every green light as if I was on my way to place the winning vote with a movie deadline. Almost crashed into the taxi as we... Continue Reading →

Blood & Semen

I've left blood all over America, some of it accidentally and some of it intentionally. I'm still waiting to be scrubbed off a bathroom floor in Toronto, nosebleed out of the blue, red dots marked on a map, a pint or two to the continent, droplets left to dampen sidewalks. All of it wasted, wasted... Continue Reading →

Top Of The Class (Pentacostal)

You were born in a small village in Eritrea, spoke with unbridled passion of six brothers, two sisters, a horizon of splintered mountains, dry land, no water and no school nearby, you hardened your souls every day during that two hour walk to class across the scarred landscape which was always home, ripe with seeds... Continue Reading →

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