blue.

Through you

I see no edges;

A gentle

Fade

From thing to thing.

Stars fell into reflections and now the sky is empty and the sea is full.

Temptation to

Dip toes into ink

And walk

To bed

With nibs for feet,

Writing 'blue' upon these streets.

Tonight the gulls

Cry

'Blue'.

The sea is full.

The edges are gone.

And so I:

As much bench as I am floor,

As much sky as I am pen.

The pier now

Appears now

-Through you as I see-

To be as much blue as the

Spilled Ink.

The carnival has come.

Each corner lit

By the yellow shade of blue.

Fades to middle

Into shades,

More shapes,

Cause the stars fell and hit the ships.

Did the stars hit me,

Or am I blue too?

Edgeless through your eyes.

Damp breath.

Overhead fly the gulls;

BLUE BLUE

Cry the gulls.

The carnival has come

To paint the town.

On this night we painted blue.

Three Fathers

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There Are Only Some Things Onto Which You Can Shovel Dirt.

Here is my body.

My faulty faculties and my frail frame.

Here is the box you will place me in.

Will it hurt?

Could I test the weight the of the earth

Before I'm under it?

Ground

Path

Earth

Dirt

Upon you I have trod

Since I learnt to walk.

So tell me now,

Did I hurt you?

You beneath me.

Did it hurt

Having the human race shovelled upon you?

An earth buried beneath the people who,

When they can walk no more,

Bury themselves beneath the earth.

So tell me, did it hurt?

Here is my body.

My faculties at their faultiest and my frame at its most frail.

So tell me why,

When we die,

Do we place upon us the weight of the world?

Sorry.

When I moved away

I moved you

With me.

I took your order each day and your routine.

I moved and - it's not like I made sure - but I assumed you

that you

I assumed that you moved with me.

I assumed when I moved you changed;

Let my life alter yours.

I was sure I was

The cog that kept this part of town going.

The man with Tourettes still comes to read the papers. She still wants buttered baked potatoes significantly earlier than everyone else.

Moving away will not stop

All the lonely people coming to the library.

My Dentist Is Called Dr Luck.

i like the way my name sounds on your teeth

when you sleep

it slips

from the corner of your mouth

collects in a puddle on your pillow

stains

your

lips.

crusty on them in the morning

rinsed away to give you

morning dew skin

fresh nameless breath

full moistened lips

when back to sleep you slip

from the corner of your mind

sleep brings my name back to dry out your tongue

stale christened breath

breathe.

i like the way my name sounds on your teeth.

Tremble.

I can make you tremble

Body below body I can

I can make you tremble I can make you shudder

Lover empty over empty I can

Make you shudder.

Lay still and silent and realm between boundaries only these,

I will reach below your knees

Roam in breathlessness and gasping grasping out between

I made myself know

And you known so

New are we.

I can make you tremble body

Below body I can.

A cascade of foaming silence washes over you in waves

And leaves marks about your hips as the tide it breaks I can make

I can

I can make

I can make you shudder lover

Empty over empty

Deep over deep

Until silence meets and lies

Again with us between.

Someone has taken thread to sew down your silk spine.

From the base of your neck

In a line to a hand who holds

The needle still and breaking stillness

Shapes an arch in your back and grinds your shoulders in the silence.

Realm between the boundaries

Between boundaries only these

I can make you tremble and shudder body below body lover I can

Can I make I can make I can make you can I make you I can

Make

I can

Make make you I can

I can make you tremble.