Last time I did this shift
You can find anything you want on this new device.
Can you find love?
Too vulnerable to ever reach absurdity.
Second Sunday of the month
One of the important dates
for Sagittarius suns all around the world.
I’ll pick when I want to believe that shit
Woke up with a blood blister in my mouth
A tired sea anemone: Five millimetres in diameter.
Went in with a ruler to check
She burst on the way out
Red tentacles grappling with an invisible dinner.
I lapped it up
Hungry like the great white that will manifest in my room
tonight, it will swim round and round in a tiny sea cave
Biting at soft walls
She shines down on my face
And I am drowned in red light
My arms are burning
I don’t look at the night sky and wonder why I’m here
I only imagine you looking too.
The moon is just a reminder that your loved ones aren’t looking
Still I never turn away.
You are me and I am the goose among the chickens
You are me and I am the goose that bit me
You are me and I am the star that landed on my stomach
You are me and I am the star that soldered itself to my skin
You are me and I went missing
You are me and I miss me
My dolphin earrings broke on the 171 bus
The bit where the two swimming dolphins meet the hook
So the dolphins are still together, they just can’t go anywhere
The only sea creatures in the whole world liberated by captivity
Make sure your tuna is hook and line caught!
Dolphins get caught in the nets
I said to myself that you had to notice the dolphin earrings
We were lying on the grass as the sun was setting when you asked me
about my dolphin earrings.
There are two fag ends lying in a pile of ash in a glass by my bed
They have been there nearly two weeks
I don’t smoke.
I’m moving out soon, I should scatter the ash
A romantic gesture that acknowledges Love’s inevitable tragedy
I am the pragmatic lover.
How many days do Jack and Rose spend together during Titanic?
I will go to Wales, Cardigan Bay
The best place to spot dolphins, in the UK
my bed sheets
your head sleeps
your head slept
I didn’t change my sheets
it’s been four weeks
I don’t wanna change my sheets
I’m not gonna change
my bed sheets
You took me home after the funeral
And put me on the mantelpiece
I guess I had been there too long
Especially since the cat died
And the dog died
And the rabbit died
An individual accumulative photographic memorial
Oh now the guinea pig has gone too!
There’s no room in the inn and the graveyards are full
That’s about when you decided to let me go
You threw me in the pond in the garden
I might be hard to spot
But I see you every time you feed the fish