despised love struck
amazonian charcoal eating poems:

writing asleep getting back from a party
from nowhere to nowhere.
cool blue speedometer for a fast track racing machine
called 'My Heart in two'.

get rid of the missiles, we're surrendering:

goodbye grab my hand stab my thigh
kiss me or dance me
sharp corners and the best of my days:

ice skating on winter's wet dreams
soaked in whisky or petrol
i'm kind of
spooky
right now
but i love you as my teeth claw my flesh
blood black like the ears of the night.

urgent hours begin to bud;
bubble bath and the trace of a marker
like a glowing lipstick
between
the endlessness of space and the sacred nothing.