without witness words
into the cottesloe cave dusting sand from sandwiches at midnight.angry
five more years.taste you when
i speak tie you together with string and paper clips.
have sex in a cave in cottesloe watching the ocean fight the moon.five
more years. taste
you when i speak your words.stretched
like cards on string from year to year. month to
month. blood to blood. stutter silence.without
you i write about you. footprints on the
wall. you were
walking away as i spoke.
microphone feedback phh phh phh.significant
in the page. invisible in flesh.tie
together with nonchalance.pin
words to my hair. slip into the alley-way.
so far from where i used to
all i had was words to share.scared
me to silence.
if i don't write how can i
outrun the noise.
i am an unfaithful scribe.need
did you see the moon.
it whispered and coughed and wouldn't let me write it out as you walked
i wanted to say.
i cleaned the wall.
they see my psych ward face washing the counter remember washing the floor
scrubbing my skin remember scrubbing my skin remember hairy legs can't
use a razor
eat salad with a spoon.
mirror me icon.in words you
exist.lick the page.i
want to be you. be.you to full.
fill me with your words.too
these tears take years.drain
them on the page.warm them with
your eyes. mercury
dolphins swimming in alphabets slipping.did
you get my letters did you get my words.
will i ever matter.
wake with a butterfly on my
dead.peal it off wear your t-shirt
starting a revolution. to your songs i rewrite my life.
your words are my words too.hear
it in my chest. no-one believes me yet.sometimes
angels sometimes devils.tripping
on the stained glass. mosaic to build your face by.
shining through the light.difference
between us is only this. resist resist.
if i talk about you they think
hide you on the page with a giggle with a star.reality
is wherever you are.
found your picture preparing me for take off.named
me your icon. you'd be surprised.
erase the distance between us filled with words.hold
it to the sun sees right through to
paint makes walls pretty covers footprints.pinned
in cyber twisting certain ways so i can
me like a star in your palm punched to wind.feel
you growing in
me all curled up on the inside.the
way you call me slut. whisper other names in my ear
pushing my head down.pack my
things then how dare i leave you.say
i'm the only one
then hack online cameras with one hand.
i'm in the shed painting watercolour
words.stereo blaring your
song in the sun.see the cars
slow down to stare.spell your
name to the sky then pray i
can forget it etched on the page across my eyes turning against themselves.what
wish we couldn't see with eyes closed.
force the illusion with your
plan my escape between the washing and the ironing.
after you. i won't unpack.
they search my case.
find your face.
with a star with a butterfly.
i believe you.