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could this be an invitation i wonder sometimes

knowing your name seems all i need for the hairs

on my toes to curl is there such thing as a smile like

gift wrap or perfection i don’t know but i’m battling

with the phrase i get wet just looking at you you’re

eva longoria and i’m picturing you nude but your

oversized t-shirt and perfectly placed hair as

intoxicating as a pencil sketch or a sleeveless record

there’s a little stall in amsterdam that sells replicas

not quite as perfect as you and a 24hr sauna next

door or a shop at the end of my road where we can

buy stamps and still breathing send pictures of each

other over and over and over and call them forever

miss teen america

Re:


we became us last night

how weird

that i condense these experiences into a

poem

or even talk about 'last night' in an

unlimited sms

'so good to see you must do something soon'

i love the amazing perspective

this gives me on life

just being here right now

at the centre of all potentiality

and you

one of those crying whilst you're dancing girls

and london like a sim card in the rain

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the greek islands are littered with diamonds and

upstairs in space god is looking down on us with

a handful of old helium balloons future girlfriend

i've pre-prepared your poetry i meet you in rimbaud

crying too much heartsick at dawn you want a kebab

you’re drunk i’m attracted to you like a moth to a

coca cola commercial we make love somewhere in

north london it’s raining down the windows of a big

building a man adjusts his spectacles and looking at

me says this is going to be number one imagine us

sitting in an all night cafe building houses out of

polaroids and plastic coffee cups you wearing

your impotence like a dress the radio plays

CLOSEST POSSIBLE POETRY


THIS NOW EXISTS AND I’M BATHING IN MY

MAJESTY IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE RIGHT NOW WITH

NOTHING ELSE CHANGED NOT EVEN THE GHOST

AT THE END OF YOUR NOSE THAT SAYS I AM

FOREVER AND THIS IS REALITY AND THERE IS

NOTHING NOT EVEN POETRY BUT IMAGINE

ME BEAUTIFULLY NUDE IN A FIELD OF INSANE

GREEN (MY NAILS UNCLIPPED BETWEEN A NYLON

DUVET) KNOWING HOW DAYDREAMS FEEL WHEN

THE SUN FIRST CRAWLS THROUGH THE MORNING

DEW AND IT’S NO LONGER NOISE JUST LITTLE

GLITTER THE FIRST SAFE SOLITUDE OF DAY

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you peel back the skin and breathe in

yesterday's pleasures as proud as london

hoarding all its mould proclaiming

if you see life you hold on we held on

to the slow stampede of dawn to be

dragged into asking if that was really

me or just a mirror in the corner of the

basement where you're edging for coke

like it's not even a party but it's a party

and elsewhere tractors mow the endless

american prairie glistening like an ad for

coco pops whilst your mum folds and

throws away the nappy as if to say where

there's life there'll be life again as if to

look into your eye and smile

ULTIMATE REALITY


YOU’VE ONLY GOT TO LOOK OUTSIDE TO SEE

THE ASHEN STUBBLE OF THE WORLD AS EMPTY

AS OVERSIZED PYJAMAS ON A SLIGHTLY SWEATED

BEDSHEET AND LOCKED IN THE INFINITY OF IT ALL

ME I CAN’T BELIEVE GRANPA DIED AND EVERY DAY

DAD WOULD SPEND AN HOUR MAYBE MORE

WIPING INVISIBLE DUST OFF THE DUVET AS HE

SLEPT I TRIED TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT

only model shots


your face as you read this is sterile as a brand new

trampoline like i imagine you as you tell me you have no

pubic hair i have fucked you like five hundred times what

is it to reveal i never liked hollyoaks only loved you with

sock fluff between your toes and the way your dad would

take off his glasses as he addressed me and told me mum

was waiting in the car outside and i'd leave the sofa a little

lighter each time knowing part of me would pass out here

in future photos with you perfectly improbably dancing in

the background and laughing which i could only like girl

imagine me here in the heartcage of your computer the

keys crashing over me like school crushes i have so many

secret things to tell you i could eat you out forever

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are metanarratives things that you can go

hang gliding with was maybe a reflection

of mine as you crossed the pelican crossing

and obscured my figure for three seconds

in a vacant shopfront window look i srsly

love you in that synergia sense as your

eyes reflect nothing but potential heart

break our world is a complex place with

urgent problems of a global scale and we

share so many words as romance beauty

and nanotechnology so please let’s not

make today another tomorrow because

there was dew on your eyelashes this

morning and who says we’re anything

but the sum parts of eternity not me

optioned


popular culture was just an excuse

for me to catch eyes with you and i

swear i would have had i not been

too busy playing batman under

strobe lights last night we got high

will you ever know how i stole

your silicon valley soul to project it

onto bus stops and run knowing it

to be 2D and unmagnificently me

baby let's rewrite history or failing

that like kill and destroy this whole

damn game of youth i'll put your

name as the high score i can't wait

for the film of this generation and i

hope apple sponsor it so i can

pretend i had a macbook whilst me

and emma watson lock ankles and

i accidentally call her britney and

she doesn't even care

simulating sex


some bird’s rattling at me like a

ringtone look at me juice under

eternity’s heel we’re fine this city

is fully irrigated darling lie your

head opposite mine fully smiling

and tell me are we gods of some

guilty metropolis am i killing by

the fact of my very being organism

in sun on tended lawn there’s

motorways connecting our fumbling

thoughts you’re right i’m sorry for

just getting with myself over and

over on the perfect day for outdoor

ping pong let’s go to the off licence

and purchase soft drinks with less

than 3 calories there’s these ugly

girls here that i’ve yet to see naked

perfect beach fantasy


somewhere in arizona or kosovo a woman

like an ellipsis soaks her husband’s heavy

overalls letting them fade in the persistent

daytime sun or melt like cocktails at the

pool club the next day i think dad took us

to the water park and as we slid down each

slide we lost nothing to the straining plastic

piping and in the water we were wholer

than chocolate bars with the wrappers still

on glinting and diffracted in the sun daddy

i love you come let’s be together like an end

of the world fantasy we can walk to a beach

in a book somewhere and i’ll get hard for the

perfect movie sex knowing not even water

can melt under sunlight knowing

only our colour can run

infinite growth


the rain plays tetris with the dirt on the window

while dense rectangles of air arrange themselves

around me i'm creating myself as a subject and

sharing the process the procedure known as

understanding 4pm meet granny for tea i imagine

ivy tendrils double-jointed and unweighing

themselves on the conveyor belt of buildings or

somewhere sacred the mother of it all unbreakable

as villery and boch declaring our childhood is as

simple as a bedroom made of star wars figurines

or that first virginity lost staring at james dean

and worn round school for a week look at me

now gut in the elbow of it all dismissing the dull

born day like a thesaurus: this is a poem written

to mark the 235th day of the calendar year and my

being without you

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mum said make these poems not 2 sci-fi 

whilst pulling out chewbacca from a box 

labelled childhood the day i rediscovered

my wolf t-shirt the day i remembered you

trying to do an emoticon and getting it wrong 

girl now you're standing here with thorns on 

like all the other fantasies ordered online 

like the first time this year you cut yourself 

watching me watch you in my wolf shirt 

that you said was too grainy girl i think it was 

you who said the screen's like moonlight 

and there's me sitting in my window once 

thinking how unbroken it all is and probably 

too big for my age and hoping no one ever 

comes and how to tell anyone anything like 

you said to me let's do this all again one day

internet


in my dream you're fourteen probably connected

and ultra thin you don't grow hair rent movies

i guess we've saved thebest till last you don't

write poetry you're drunk you're wearing a

marc jacobs dress and mario corset you've

got a cleft lip we've been together for 30

minutes every week we're on the same

dating site we've never even touched

each other in my dream we're doing backstroke

together in a public bath we're not wearing caps

we're skeletal in separate showers and all the

men are watching us in my dream there's

no incidental details just you and

white pink what you told us

Can You Fall In Love

with This Beautiful

Girl? remember

this is the password to everything

super fast slideshow


remember that night when i just said aberration loads

and we took a taxi home and there was information

on the ceiling and enough light to write and you looked up

and saw so many pixels calling them stars saying i've just

seen my name in the stars and isn't it bright i'd swear you

were there that night with your skin on my knuckles like a

scuba-dive honeymoon your heart is a national museum

remember that night your kisses as precise as pixels when

you said the funniest thing you said fuck how delicate

the sharing of dead skin i said you remind me of right angles

i said i might even die tonight and all around the walls were information remember                                          

new media


hey your skin is chrysanthemum white prewashed

and not zoomed in it is scented candles a girl's

ankle ovarieson someone else's screen it is

spring flavour blossoming such personal

protein i think i should collect it in your

bedroom is a holocaust i leave i can't

stand it it is now an empty room yr

skin is so english and i am in you

forever hey are you thinking of

that time when with wet fingers

mum and dad walked in i won't

say it but i think i will your skin's 

a video game and the video game’s

mine now we're in your bedroom again

and it's ok to say it but all my friends i've

met are here telling me things like i guess don't look at me but i touch you on the ankle sorry


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this is the time and the place of the crash

and who'd have thought when it happened

you'd be sewn up in bed not crying in a stranger's

suit pocket not running out a large building

thinking this building will collapse this

building has already collapsed i've

left my running gear inside not

wishing this was an airplane

disaster with no impending

island paradise not wondering

why people still have train wrecks

not finding yourself on top of an

iceberg that's actually a boat and

the boat is sinking and you're

thinking there's an airlock

labyrinth here and a

small child inside

i've done this

before somewhere

i've rescued her i know

i have no this is only movie poetry

JUNKSPACE

dream side virtual


last night started in a boardroom in marylebone

and ended tongue and gristle with another man

i only kissed him because he told me i was beautiful and who wouldn't in an envy of aqua tequila believe that second in their own immortality or pretend they hadn't been there before i've lost myself and all i

know there's synth music playing we're aliens remember watching television under a sunset sometimes holding hands will you hold me

this is real and if we're still twelve years old

in the school computer learning hearts and solitaire

then we're thirty two already in the same helpless

breath stuttering like aeroplanes and wasn't this

amazing being young and just talking about it

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petals rent my palm little winter-proofed 

lilos stacked in the corner of our childhood 

behind a week of tixylix birthdays and the 

dreamcast that would probably still work 

if we wanted it oh you know you're more 

gorgeous than me let's go to the caribbean 

cut out palm trees and keep them like memories

finger new worlds in the fallout on the window

or buy a megayacht and a private beach girl

let me get sand out your teeth slash torso nude

squirm sperm in glee decorate the bone china

with me i'm thirteen again and its just orange

peel with hair and dad taking too long in the

bathroom water soaking him surrounding him

drowning him probably just sand in his teeth

total war forever


this is us on the grille of the car you

wearing one of those dresses which

flows all over the set all the other

characters are there specifically

to look at you and when they

tell you to you touch me i

have to concentrate so hard to love you

right now but it's probably worth it

shall we make a family

whilst  all around us it's a

petty apocalypse can we lie inside

one another in the middle of an interstate

shall we have kids and love them too

oh girl i'll live inside you where

you can't see me oh i i know

exactly what i'm thinking

about right now it's you

you naked where

they told you to you

do you lie there

loving it you

covet u


on the bed there is an unspecified eruption

look we’re trawling through the same dilapidating

territory again the door frame’s collapsing the roof

is on top of us i’m texting you repeatedly you’re

receiving them outside the world is obviously

silent there’s nothing like being physical

next to each other i’m cascading down

your sentences the punctuation’s

clawing me my legs like you

said red meat my leg’s haven’t

even been effected their perfect p

erfect ok. i lay myself out next to you

you lie your quilt on me you stretch

your patchwork diaphragm i stretch

and groan and yes we’re still wet

the world cascades on us i’m

writing in my morning i check

for you you’ve messaged me i i

could say your name or fuck or i

could tell you so many things like how

our love is at its most surreptitious right

now i want to love you violently

contrast poem


this time last year was the first time we

shirts intersecting into each other

slid together i think through oxygen

you wore the type of white dress that

for every pore of you

has its perfect correlation in time and space and

numbers i would periodically undress you

with i’m imagining your skin fall down i’m

hurtling through your throat right now i’m

thinking of an image file i can dress you

in i sat outside for circa seven

hours today repeatedly

understanding time and space

how cold air forms itself around you how

your thumbnails fold and curve

through oxygen how that oxygen falls on me

how you’re in a different windowed room

right now in a different way

the subject of this

slow one


put your tongue on me. and how i

can’t think of you not through the

lens of some unutterable fantasy

unutterably nude i imagine you your

bespoke abs a terabyte of personal

fantasy. some poems are about how

other poems operate not this no

this one is an unravelling a

laying of the tongue so to speak,

the slow swirling of it its operating.

how we insist on wearing gloves

in the unutterable cold the

way your glitter works it’s

your skin you know. i know

you know, for the unicode heart on

you my perfect abs only perfect

in the negative space of you. and

utterly, and then your residue all over me.

cloud poem


the job of the poem

in this situation is to imagine

the blue bag of blood like a permanent

meniscus wilting on a permanent desk

permanently real and pertinent like a zinc

anodyne copper crawling down the cavern

of your throat the job of the poem is to touch

you there the job of the poem in this situation

is the systematic renouncement of all possible

atrocities in what we call the present the job

of the poem is to bare like a new year the new

year sun ebbs into what we call dawn slightly

ahead of it i change my laptop display to a

display for the visually impaired slightly

ahead of it i describe its low clouds as

high density conglomerations beautiful

arias masses of immobile information

slightly on top of me you touch me

all the blood travelling through

you at 425 cm/s and then air

air happening everywhere