I tolerated the feeling of the oxygen in my breast being forced out, leaving my soft yet raw lungs coming into full contact with each other whilst simultainiously being crushed against my rib cage and spine. It was a peculiar sensation that felt like dark spaces closing in and impending claustrophobia, yet one I craved because I knew it not well.

My father
Number 8
My mother
Number 7
The pens were all dried up
So I had no release
And the computer wouldn’t turn on
So I just sat outside on the gutter
And the concrete was warm,
bits of glass suck to my calves but didn’t penetrate the skin
and after a while I became itchy
so I took a walk down the middle of the road
and kept going
I didn’t really know where one suburb ended and the next began
I didn’t come home till dusk and it was getting cooler.
I had a nice day.
I’ll do it again tomorrow.

Do we ever stop running?
Flash, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, flash
Unidentifiable things go past
And you’re left
Right
Passive
Unable to fight
Only writhe
And writhe you shall:
Pick up the kids large latte two sugars fill up the gas fear of living alone
Safety
In numbers
If only you could remember the combination
Trapped forever
Divorces are cheap these days
63%
47%
decreasing your load
they used to call you the forklift
you have to spoon feed her now
ninety three on Monday

To close
Out of focus
Smiles & eyes
Mean so much more
Lacking your sharp edges
Friendlier every day

girl walks in, black dress.
i look up,
then down.
waitress springs past.
old italians babble.
fat arses sway.
old bags chinwag.
espresso machine squeals.
santana wails.
yuppie furniture.
halogen down lights.
see old teacher.
avert gaze.
tasty mushroom.
i scribble.
$17.

She is doggedly determined to be right
and doggedly determined to be wise.
She is disconnected,
and her anger is subtle at times.
At times
she is fire,
she is
antithesis.
In the summer
she is tragicomedy.
In autumn
she wilts.
What is her attraction to man?
She is blindsided
and arrogant.
Her movements are restrictive
and her walk is purposeful,
but she has no here to there.
Naive,
that’s what I would call her.
She is doggedly naive
and is fitted with a collar.
In her eyes
she sees freedom,

It was his lunch break
and he came up to his room
he open his door and
his jaw drop to the floor
I laid on his bed
completely nude and bare
I can tell he wanted to
come over but all he can
do is stare
I run my hands down
my chest and slowly
between my thighs
he thinks a dream he
can barely believe his eyes
I tell him to come closer
and lay down by my side
taking off his shirt slowly
before I can unzip his pants
his friend was to hard to hide
while I’m slowly
undress him he can’t keep