Sunday, 26 October 2014
Letter From The Man I Love
Baby, I miss you! You put me into a rage,
make me angry, as well as longing and ambitious.
...press-gang me into brutal jealousy.
I love you.
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: XV
Floating through space comes easy.
Bass and mind and water.
When alligators swallow the milkyway they taste rain
and dusty bliss.
I walk the desert, my feet on the crocodiles back.
We switch gender, she loves me now.
Dark voices travel with us, a tribe of amphibian men.
The opposite of expectation lost it's riverbed.
We know now, how to rest in movement.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: XIV
The wasp queen got hit by a hailstone whilst dancing at a Berlin festival.
The royal entourage brought steak and honey and bathed her in wheat beer.
Saturday, 5 April 2014
Whatchamacallit: Sex And Dancing
Your eyes are black,
I dig it.
Your grip is hard,
I dig it.
Your hips are bouncing,
I dig it.
Touch me,
I dig it.
You're heavy,
I dig it.
Saliva,
I dig it.
Difference?
Pick it!
Friday, 4 April 2014
Heartboy
K E Z I A H J O N E S B A C K I N B E R L I N A F T E R F I V E Y E A R S I D I E D A N D
W E N T T O H E A V E N
©fish
Whatchamacallit: XII
Wasp queen around my head,
I don't have any honey.
Wasp queen, can you
find me fifty bucks?
I want to burn some money.
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