4eva
could this be an invitation i wonder sometimes
knowing your name seems all i need for the hairs
on my toes to curl is there such thing as a smile like
gift wrap or perfection i don’t know but i’m battling
with the phrase i get wet just looking at you you’re
eva longoria and i’m picturing you nude but your
oversized t-shirt and perfectly placed hair as
intoxicating as a pencil sketch or a sleeveless record
there’s a little stall in amsterdam that sells replicas
not quite as perfect as you and a 24hr sauna next
door or a shop at the end of my road where we can
buy stamps and still breathing send pictures of each
other over and over and over and call them forever
miss teen america
Re:
we became us last night
how weird
that i condense these experiences into a
poem
or even talk about 'last night' in an
unlimited sms
'so good to see you must do something soon'
i love the amazing perspective
this gives me on life
just being here right now
at the centre of all potentiality
and you
one of those crying whilst you're dancing girls
and london like a sim card in the rain
precursor to junkspace
the greek islands are littered with diamonds and
upstairs in space god is looking down on us with
a handful of old helium balloons future girlfriend
i've pre-prepared your poetry i meet you in rimbaud
crying too much heartsick at dawn you want a kebab
you’re drunk i’m attracted to you like a moth to a
coca cola commercial we make love somewhere in
north london it’s raining down the windows of a big
building a man adjusts his spectacles and looking at
me says this is going to be number one imagine us
sitting in an all night cafe building houses out of
polaroids and plastic coffee cups you wearing
your impotence like a dress the radio plays
CLOSEST POSSIBLE POETRY
THIS NOW EXISTS AND I’M BATHING IN MY
MAJESTY IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE RIGHT NOW WITH
NOTHING ELSE CHANGED NOT EVEN THE GHOST
AT THE END OF YOUR NOSE THAT SAYS I AM
FOREVER AND THIS IS REALITY AND THERE IS
NOTHING NOT EVEN POETRY BUT IMAGINE
ME BEAUTIFULLY NUDE IN A FIELD OF INSANE
GREEN (MY NAILS UNCLIPPED BETWEEN A NYLON
DUVET) KNOWING HOW DAYDREAMS FEEL WHEN
THE SUN FIRST CRAWLS THROUGH THE MORNING
DEW AND IT’S NO LONGER NOISE JUST LITTLE
GLITTER THE FIRST SAFE SOLITUDE OF DAY
coda
you peel back the skin and breathe in
yesterday's pleasures as proud as london
hoarding all its mould proclaiming
if you see life you hold on we held on
to the slow stampede of dawn to be
dragged into asking if that was really
me or just a mirror in the corner of the
basement where you're edging for coke
like it's not even a party but it's a party
and elsewhere tractors mow the endless
american prairie glistening like an ad for
coco pops whilst your mum folds and
throws away the nappy as if to say where
there's life there'll be life again as if to
look into your eye and smile
ULTIMATE REALITY
YOU’VE ONLY GOT TO LOOK OUTSIDE TO SEE
THE ASHEN STUBBLE OF THE WORLD AS EMPTY
AS OVERSIZED PYJAMAS ON A SLIGHTLY SWEATED
BEDSHEET AND LOCKED IN THE INFINITY OF IT ALL
ME I CAN’T BELIEVE GRANPA DIED AND EVERY DAY
DAD WOULD SPEND AN HOUR MAYBE MORE
WIPING INVISIBLE DUST OFF THE DUVET AS HE
SLEPT I TRIED TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT
only model shots
your face as you read this is sterile as a brand new
trampoline like i imagine you as you tell me you have no
pubic hair i have fucked you like five hundred times what
is it to reveal i never liked hollyoaks only loved you with
sock fluff between your toes and the way your dad would
take off his glasses as he addressed me and told me mum
was waiting in the car outside and i'd leave the sofa a little
lighter each time knowing part of me would pass out here
in future photos with you perfectly improbably dancing in
the background and laughing which i could only like girl
imagine me here in the heartcage of your computer the
keys crashing over me like school crushes i have so many
secret things to tell you i could eat you out forever
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are metanarratives things that you can go
hang gliding with was maybe a reflection
of mine as you crossed the pelican crossing
and obscured my figure for three seconds
in a vacant shopfront window look i srsly
love you in that synergia sense as your
eyes reflect nothing but potential heart
break our world is a complex place with
urgent problems of a global scale and we
share so many words as romance beauty
and nanotechnology so please let’s not
make today another tomorrow because
there was dew on your eyelashes this
morning and who says we’re anything
but the sum parts of eternity not me
optioned
popular culture was just an excuse
for me to catch eyes with you and i
swear i would have had i not been
too busy playing batman under
strobe lights last night we got high
will you ever know how i stole
your silicon valley soul to project it
onto bus stops and run knowing it
to be 2D and unmagnificently me
baby let's rewrite history or failing
that like kill and destroy this whole
damn game of youth i'll put your
name as the high score i can't wait
for the film of this generation and i
hope apple sponsor it so i can
pretend i had a macbook whilst me
and emma watson lock ankles and
i accidentally call her britney and
she doesn't even care
simulating sex
some bird’s rattling at me like a
ringtone look at me juice under
eternity’s heel we’re fine this city
is fully irrigated darling lie your
head opposite mine fully smiling
and tell me are we gods of some
guilty metropolis am i killing by
the fact of my very being organism
in sun on tended lawn there’s
motorways connecting our fumbling
thoughts you’re right i’m sorry for
just getting with myself over and
over on the perfect day for outdoor
ping pong let’s go to the off licence
and purchase soft drinks with less
than 3 calories there’s these ugly
girls here that i’ve yet to see naked
perfect beach fantasy
somewhere in arizona or kosovo a woman
like an ellipsis soaks her husband’s heavy
overalls letting them fade in the persistent
daytime sun or melt like cocktails at the
pool club the next day i think dad took us
to the water park and as we slid down each
slide we lost nothing to the straining plastic
piping and in the water we were wholer
than chocolate bars with the wrappers still
on glinting and diffracted in the sun daddy
i love you come let’s be together like an end
of the world fantasy we can walk to a beach
in a book somewhere and i’ll get hard for the
perfect movie sex knowing not even water
can melt under sunlight knowing
only our colour can run
bad poem
i think i want you to want me
it’s impossible to feel engaged anymore
when you start building voices, they start to build you back
i’m obsessed by her virtuality
i noticed myself in a cooperative living environment
she always replies when i think of her
i copy and pasted the perfect poem
in the bedroom where our toes are linked together
you can’t talk to someone you don’t know
i slowly cut off parts of me
then arranged other parts to make them better
i’m going to be with her
these were jokes meant for people with inside knowledge of heartbreak
she doesn’t know it but i am
i’m waking up in different possible combinations
love is needing help on selfies
i want to play objects with you
private
i’ve stopped imagining what you look like hovering
slightly on top of me i i know
you’re basically mundane in all images
yet to be between me or passive persuasive
a ten second video file on my phone
there’s nothing of you below your shoulders
but what you’ve shared with me
sculpted as a way of saying no
reproduction is reproduction in a culture where there's no original
metaphors are the context of the soul
imagine a biro stuck in meat
the way that sound comes out your throat
i imagine you not talking until you get home
internet
in my dream you're fourteen probably connected
and ultra thin you don't grow hair rent movies
i guess we've saved thebest till last you don't
write poetry you're drunk you're wearing a
marc jacobs dress and mario corset you've
got a cleft lip we've been together for 30
minutes every week we're on the same
dating site we've never even touched
each other in my dream we're doing backstroke
together in a public bath we're not wearing caps
we're skeletal in separate showers and all the
men are watching us in my dream there's
no incidental details just you and
white pink what you told us
Can You Fall In Love
with This Beautiful
Girl? remember
this is the password to everything
super fast slideshow
remember that night when i just said aberration loads
and we took a taxi home and there was information
on the ceiling and enough light to write and you looked up
and saw so many pixels calling them stars saying i've just
seen my name in the stars and isn't it bright i'd swear you
were there that night with your skin on my knuckles like a
scuba-dive honeymoon your heart is a national museum
remember that night your kisses as precise as pixels when
you said the funniest thing you said fuck how delicate
the sharing of dead skin i said you remind me of right angles
i said i might even die tonight and all around the walls were information remember
new media
hey your skin is chrysanthemum white prewashed
and not zoomed in it is scented candles a girl's
ankle ovarieson someone else's screen it is
spring flavour blossoming such personal
protein i think i should collect it in your
bedroom is a holocaust i leave i can't
stand it it is now an empty room yr
skin is so english and i am in you
forever hey are you thinking of
that time when with wet fingers
mum and dad walked in i won't
say it but i think i will your skin's
a video game and the video game’s
mine now we're in your bedroom again
and it's ok to say it but all my friends i've
met are here telling me things like i guess don't
look at me but i touch you on the ankle sorry
realspace
this is the time and the place of the crash
and who'd have thought when it happened
you'd be sewn up in bed not crying in a stranger's
suit pocket not running out a large building
thinking this building will collapse this
building has already collapsed i've
left my running gear inside not
wishing this was an airplane
disaster with no impending
island paradise not wondering
why people still have train wrecks
not finding yourself on top of an
iceberg that's actually a boat and
the boat is sinking and you're
thinking there's an airlock
labyrinth here and a
small child inside
i've done this
before somewhere
i've rescued her i know
i have no this is only movie poetry
dream side virtual
last night started in a boardroom in marylebone
and ended tongue and gristle with another man
i only kissed him because he told me i was beautiful and who wouldn't in an envy of aqua tequila believe that second in their own immortality or pretend they hadn't been there before i've lost myself and all i
know there's synth music playing we're aliens remember watching television under a sunset sometimes holding hands will you hold me
this is real and if we're still twelve years old
in the school computer learning hearts and solitaire
then we're thirty two already in the same helpless
breath stuttering like aeroplanes and wasn't this
amazing being young and just talking about it
anna kournikova
petals rent my palm little winter-proofed
lilos stacked in the corner of our childhood
behind a week of tixylix birthdays and the
dreamcast that would probably still work
if we wanted it oh you know you're more
gorgeous than me let's go to the caribbean
cut out palm trees and keep them like memories
finger new worlds in the fallout on the window
or buy a megayacht and a private beach girl
let me get sand out your teeth slash torso nude
squirm sperm in glee decorate the bone china
with me i'm thirteen again and its just orange
peel with hair and dad taking too long in the
bathroom water soaking him surrounding him
drowning him probably just sand in his teeth
total war forever
this is us on the grille of the car you
wearing one of those dresses which
flows all over the set all the other
characters are there specifically
to look at you and when they
tell you to you touch me i
have to concentrate so hard to love you
right now but it's probably worth it
shall we make a family
whilst all around us it's a
petty apocalypse can we lie inside
one another in the middle of an interstate
shall we have kids and love them too
oh girl i'll live inside you where
you can't see me oh i i know
exactly what i'm thinking
about right now it's you
you naked where
they told you to you
do you lie there
loving it you
covet u
on the bed there is an unspecified eruption
look we’re trawling through the same dilapidating
territory again the door frame’s collapsing the roof
is on top of us i’m texting you repeatedly you’re
receiving them outside the world is obviously
silent there’s nothing like being physical
next to each other i’m cascading down
your sentences the punctuation’s
clawing me my legs like you
said red meat my leg’s haven’t
even been effected their perfect p
erfect ok. i lay myself out next to you
you lie your quilt on me you stretch
your patchwork diaphragm i stretch
and groan and yes we’re still wet
the world cascades on us i’m
writing in my morning i check
for you you’ve messaged me i i
could say your name or fuck or i
could tell you so many things like how
our love is at its most surreptitious right
now i want to love you violently
contrast poem
this time last year was the first time we
shirts intersecting into each other
slid together i think through oxygen
you wore the type of white dress that
for every pore of you
has its perfect correlation in time and space and
numbers i would periodically undress you
with i’m imagining your skin fall down i’m
hurtling through your throat right now i’m
thinking of an image file i can dress you
in i sat outside for circa seven
hours today repeatedly
understanding time and space
how cold air forms itself around you how
your thumbnails fold and curve
through oxygen how that oxygen falls on me
how you’re in a different windowed room
right now in a different way
the subject of this
slow one
put your tongue on me. and how i
can’t think of you not through the
lens of some unutterable fantasy
unutterably nude i imagine you your
bespoke abs a terabyte of personal
fantasy. some poems are about how
other poems operate not this no
this one is an unravelling a
laying of the tongue so to speak,
the slow swirling of it its operating.
how we insist on wearing gloves
in the unutterable cold the
way your glitter works it’s
your skin you know. i know
you know, for the unicode heart on
you my perfect abs only perfect
in the negative space of you. and
utterly, and then your residue all over me.
cloud poem
the job of the poem in this situation is to imagine the blue bag of blood like a permanent meniscus wilting on a permanent desk permanently real and pertinent like a zinc anodyne copper crawling down the cavern of your throat the job of the poem is to touch you there the job of the poem in this situation is the systematic renouncement of all possible atrocities in what we call the present the job of the poem is to bare like a new year the new year sun ebbs into what we call dawn slightly ahead of it i change my laptop display to a display for the visually impaired slightly ahead of it i describe its low clouds as high density conglomerations beautiful arias masses of immobile information slightly on top of me you touch me all the blood travelling through you at 425 cm/s and then air
air happening everywhere
