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And I just find that somehow obscene
When you’re feeling all wrong in the back of your mind again How does it feel? When you drop down everything’s all the same Oh, yeah Saccharine, caffiene, nicotine gum All tastes sweet but it’s not for...
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Clouds and onions
Because, like onions, Clouds have layers too Like flap-jacks on a Sunday morning Or a gentleman tipping his hat To a young woman Admiring his charm From behind a window pane
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jm coetzee and the death of angels
they say that every time someone mentions the four syllables jay/em/coet/zee another four ensue: an/an/gel/dies cute, i’d say. but where is the man? and where are the men who stroke his member on...
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snakes and ladders
and i realise over and over like the ring-ring of an ignored phone that i have made a mess of things mending things is not the cure but prostration poised for punishment now that’s sexy my ladder’s...
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my wish for cape town 2014 is
what all the politicians say come voting day plus to see the city like an octogenarian who remembers the removals like an imam who admires the spires like a suit whose success cemented the streets but...
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trop de bruit
i can never quite fathom why the french must say “too much of noise” as if the voluminous echoes from radio and street are a cake to halve quarter slice up to share as if ambulance honking...
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unlovable is s/he
whose colouring book is overwhelmed by waxy rainbows whose love, like a too-hot pot burns the other lover’s outspread fleshy tree-twins whose hurt is counted in oxblood lines parallelograms on...
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in all (fair)ness
lady justice is blindfolded on the streets of cape town where fumy paint adorns freshly acknowledged shells trending on twitter and loving the glitter (until the next big thing) still, a block...
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of dead men and elephants
down down in the deepest of hollows lies a figure that poland’s crispin could see in ground-clouds a leather elephant that takes leave of its descendants and leathery men whose quiet goodbyes and...
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pulling at strings
for a life expelled in daisy chains on tiny beesuited crowns for squashedorange orbits of moons in rings dripping on things and for the dentalflosstightrope between you and me “constantly risking...
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