- This absence creates a war – My legs bubble I’m sure with pips of post undoubtedly that my sh my sh my short xmas trouble &
_____________________ that woman is staring at my ecstasy. - your swiss cheese plant melts my heart - I have been standing at my window for Marble & the last three weeks watching the sun-gloves stop my go wondering why it would do tht why fingers tickling 4.30pm. & so I remember it’s winterrr loves or & so _______________________ pulling _____I shut up, Rebecca.____________triggers. - my botanical name is a hot handed shame - If I am a hollow tree, then if I am a hollow tree then If I am a hollow then if I am then I am.
If I am a broken record breaking hearts, and if I am a br oken record breaking hearts and if I am broken and hollow I would not tell you, or the ocean or a big red bus or A bright yello taxi or any combination of lorries: R e d y e l l o red yellowredyellored red yellowyello red yellow
Or if I am a smashed window then I’ll borrow tht, I’ll Borrow. I don’t mind.
If I am a hollow tree then if I am a hollow tree then if I am a hollow tree then I don’t mind. - a crash of pollen ruined my Stollen - This absence creates a war, a sleek plastic leaf that curls us up inside. I wouldn’t mind.
I crunch up my home-made home and package it neatly in a Le Creuset casserole dish for one. Shor, it’s fine, shor.
we are not always at the same time we are not always in the same place so we are often a little further than a handshake so I offer my foot & that probably reached. I am not always in the same food or sometimes mood as you. I close something. I am not always in the same crutch. So we shake. Being lying down - as you might be now, I lie down too. I am not always climbing into the same pair of Levi's with you, we are and not always climbing into bed with you, you are too much out of here. ____oh strange and beautiful volta ____i am laughing at the same time at you.
did you see this? this is a, this, did you see this? this is where you (isn't it odd to think that this is blackness inside when there's all this light around & why all the colours in my stomach lining might never know what colour is. * have you seen my eyes? they're my eyes - they're not my best my minds eye here and herr with your heart or your mind or someother greater essence? rr your soul? where does that come from? & if I had these legs, as opposed to these legs million dollar baby & crusty with diamanté. * Will says he laughed, Tony smiled & George nearly cried. the old lady is making me grin and smile at the same time as the chinese man bows to her oddly familiar Reebok Classics, where her slender feet might once have stood on little red heels with a strap across the front ____________________& there's her scarf & I larf. it's patronising but a pint of Tommy Ts poured over her artisically arranged (i powered down the gym, (i plugged myself in (i worked myself up (i hugged my hot hands dry and sang _______saaaaaaaaaaatnaaaaaaaaaam because the white lady told me. i can't see her aura, but she's telling her headscarf radiates it by a million more times than my flat blonde wig. * i sat and watched this...she with her feet black and...I watched where the sun laughed in their open mouths as they sped like they were on motorbikes smoking brillos of hot and sultry plumming priorities. today is. it isThursday and it's nearly Friday. Something swims in my shallow Gaza intestine river (a stripper slips a note in my tracksuit bottoms and I think my membership must be due. i realise I've got Russia in my back pocket. you love it. * My boy talks about Sexus, Nexus & Complexus like we know what they are. we're staring and exploding and some other things happen but they're not as interesting so I dismiss them as happenings and not an artistic poesy blushing on my iridescent nose hairs. watch: (I hum a while. No tune, just notes) Dddid you see them sparkle? and in doing that- for you, just now-i am maddened, reddened hardened (not like that. people think - because I'm blonde, __________________that I act stupid. but that's it - i'm not acting.
I am a new writer from London. This is my poetry. You'll like it because you are not forced to by hairy teachers. You are forced to by me. And instead of being hairy, I wear nice shoes.
I also like cats and green things and have worked as a copywriter, and a nanny. Both are quite fun but only one supplies free food and beer.