Those drunken moments where living and dreaming merged without us ever knowing. Rain. Dead leaves. Stumbling through bars and cemeteries hand in hand with no sense of where our love would ever end. The world turns yet we don’t care. Rivers flow down streets, and as cars sink beneath waves, we run into the… Read more

  In dreams, my life is entwined with yours. In the silent words that swap between our mouths, the collision covers us with glass, but I’m too interested in what’s beneath your dress to take notice. There’s this fantasy that constantly blinds, and it bites our feet as we move through time. Pissing down with… Read more

The view of ripened flesh blowing though cracked skulls. Signs of my illness, so readily found in the way her crumpled clothes sit on dust covered floorboards. Dancing and sometimes falling, we move beneath exploding fireworks free from restraint. Misty breath and fingers linked down town. Sky so dark as the oceans of tomorrow choke… Read more

These delicate colours, far too chaotic to understand as the room spins out of my control. Too many faces spouting words that have no meaning. They sink their teeth in, they always do, yet when you need someone to help you through the night, they’ll have long since vanished. There’s snow outside on the sidewalk,… Read more

  Exotic pain as you sway on the pavement. Twisting this way and that like a cat, I wrap my arms around you as bombs drop in the distance. Those blood red gums of yours. Those big brown eyes reflecting the lights of passing cars. Such a sweet dreamer as the weight of the world… Read more

It’s closing time, and all the roads are empty and covered with snow. Red leaves swim in blood, and as you slip and fall, my fingers are too busy rolling a cigarette to catch you. It’s Sunday, but the days are unimportant. Lazy hours spent in bed with nowhere to go but each other’s arms,… Read more

  As you roll with one eye on the uncrossing of her legs, my zygomatic arch throbs as if touched for the very first time. Leaves of rain lodged in the back of your throat, you light a cigarette as the hand of god traces your love upon the flesh of her belly. Lonely nights… Read more

  There’s not much flowing through these veins tonight. There’s an absence of colour in my cheeks that reflect the missing pieces of a puzzle. The need for magic is strong, yet it hides away in the shadows. Away from my grasp, it leaves me feeling cold like the streets that worm their way around… Read more

Waking with a hangover, then spending the entire day in bed. It’s calm outside, and as the sun fades, my body repairs itself at last. An evening of beer and shots did this to me. Blurred faces and fragments of conversation litter my mind, and as the duvet protects me from dying light, tenderness is… Read more

It always does. Kitsch despair, so in season like your favourite short skirt. So melodramatic like those pills you clutch tight to your chest. Alone as night falls, there’s no going back into the sun. You came undone through your own sense of self importance, and you still drop turds like the rest of us.… Read more