Allergic to lead- and yet he still swallowed my toast!
Licking my elbows and circus smiling
Thy cannot compare...
What is it that I want most?
Slowly, slowly.
(As you wish.)
The parenthesis on the bus and my head in your lap
If only you knew/ if only you were new.
And now you belch.
Great big noise.
You care nought of me or my dreams-
They buzz around you as flies might
Circling me in the night
Lying next to me
In place
Of you.
Hilarious? I autosave, I spread, I slave
I try to give back what I once savoured, saved
Inside your mouth and laughing now
Ought, ought, ought
To try?
To clarify?
I cannot yell, these clarifications!
For you are so small
In a ball
On my bed.


Don't go.

Of old origin, a stamp-
Your eyelash in my eye
Your laughter in my throat
How could I be anything but you?

Of new origin, unknown, uncared for-
The day you shaved your head
(You alien, you bastard)
Your bastard- in a basket
I wear a sack
How should I know any better?

Of your origin, you organ-hater-
Ripping the tape out of my cassette
Tying knots into my hair
Wrenching a spoon out of my mouth
Making conversation between years, between tears
Retching goodbye
Changing the sheets
And wishing you’d never met her.

Fingers, thumb
Toes are numb
A hairy pen
Beside someone

Ink in nostril
Tiny tendrils

Washing squashed
I am sloshed
Stuck inside,
Beside your bedside
Inside your insides.

Her hair lay in sticky threads, escaped from a long plait, which perhaps once ran straight and dignified down her back.

She had been running. Banging herself against the frames of the little room- housing not much more than a steel cabinet, a writing desk, a chair. She had splinters in her palms, under her fingernails; she had scratched at the walls, frantic- some posters of pin-up girls had been torn down in her frustration. Their torn faces watched her sadly, their bodies posed in absurd positions, a leg here, an ear there...

In the time it took for her toungue to release itself from between her teeth, he had already walked to the bathroom and washe his hands of the filth.

Of the fifth.