BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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THIS HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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CAPTURE BEAUTY

  Beauty is breathtaking where breath is less and beauty is all. Beauty is breathtaking before it’s been taken from you, then we are no longer bound to blind and breath is less and less and less. We breathe in beauty in excess as if it were endless, as if we were never bound to […]

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COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE, I CAME TO THE CITY

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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TAXI DRIVER, I CAME TO THE CITY

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a […]

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THE GREYING MIST OF MEMORY

  I’d never heard the call of the green though my eyes caress it in a certain light and so many walls I’ve covered with that same colour to curate a comfort from the cold. I’d never heard it, till now, till the windows stopped keeping out that chill. Blue, I never found blue cold, […]

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CALIFORNIAN SPARK

Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]

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