there are no conspiracy theories

we’re in the barren land of what used to be, see the scars of the rapture torn into our flesh,...

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 13:39:39 +0000

we’re in the barren land of what used to be, see the scars of the rapture torn into our flesh, my flesh, my woman, negress flesh which has seen branding, ribboning and stripping. i’m what is left behind of the old world, in my castle of old rocks, your garbage and my civilisation.

all the kings horsemen.

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 13:37:24 +0000

you really can out grow a person,

start off sticky and hot under their ribs

inches and inches of your flesh on their flesh

nerves crosses and twinned,

tick ticking like clockwork.

you break away,

a gentle rip from limb to skin.

alone, your bones begin to morph

into something new, something prettier

no longer a locked jawed monster,

a giant now, a monarch.

your colours are your own,

red, white pink and gray of your brain,

singular, like the click of your tongue.

love gnat. pt. i

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 13:34:45 +0000

i have a hickey on my heart,

he’d bitten me like a gnat.

i was like a baby how i wanted your love

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 13:33:50 +0000

i was like a baby how i wanted your love