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The Poledancer III - final<The Poledancer III - final
Her tattoo says veni vidi vici
'I did it with a bottle. I smashed the glass, and I cut myself.'
I run my fingers over her keloid marks. She smiles;
I can see straight through it.
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The Bottom End of Low<The Bottom End of Low
This scraping dread, All rust - decay, The marrow seeps away Where the skin broke.
These chains are heavy, Foetid water causes skin decay.
I linger here, waiting, Wary, wounded.
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Drought<Drought
There, the rain departs Here life subsists on; Rumours, Hearsay.
- skeletons in the dust. Humans grazed here And at night, the shrubs serenaded them;
There were choirs of will-o-wisp dreams, Buzzing and phantasmal they are sliding on slick skin Drenched in a food of intimacy. Ambrosia, for moment mortal life forever;
Eyes will never glisten so perfect and in earnest. At the fatal second a beautiful release of explosions!- Luminous colour-scented sound projected as
Sliding tactile nervous electricity,  


Revolve<Revolve
Flocks of birds don't fly here anymore, After the clouds made the sky bare; All grey skin Veins for weather vanes, Heart beats, thunder.
The wind embraces all, Howling like a bloodthirsty timber wolf. Trees cover the tracks with dark shadows; Places for monsters to hide.
A cemetery of scarecrows, Bleak voices of dusk batter down the gates Hope dances on a crisp autumn death. Nature is deserting this place.
All green flesh, rotting on the bones and desolation. Their roots into the earth won't help them, The rock rejects them and vomits a


The Poledancer II<The Poledancer II
We lock eyes
Time fails, drift; Lost all sense of reality.
'I do this'
she says
'Because I need to be told I'm beautiful'.
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Product WhoreI am my own favourite nihilistic fuck fantasy. I created this image of myself, this beautiful set of lingerie I wear like a hooker to excite myself. I like to watch myself in the glass of the buildings I pass; they look like prison cells, bars between panes of glass reflecting self onto self, eyeballs into optical nerve.Product Whore
And what a fantasy; I wouldnt be gentle with myself. Id choke me. Id fuck me till I passed out and fuck until there was blood and bodily fluid everywhere.
This city is unforgiving and cold. The steel of these buildings looks like cell bars, caging all the tigers inside us, leaving j


The Poledancer<The Poledancer
She handed me a smoke. I lit it and let the moment linger
"You should settle down, Find yourself a nice girl."
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Stream of Consciousness III<Stream of Consciousness III
Ragged round the edges This glass is cold
I'm fucked, standing up is a step too far Fucked, I can bare;y comprehend Fucked, I can't see the end
This glass is cold, I can'tsee through I can't see through I can't see through
I can't see,
I can't see through I'm frayed around the edges I'm afraid of the edges I'm frayed, I can't feel a fucking thing I can't feel a fucking thing
I don't fear edges I fear falling I don't feel a fucking thing I don't feel a fucking thing Turn off the lights, t


Stream of Consciousness II<Stream of Consciousness II
Calloused hands feel over these Scabs, travelled worn feet. For all this knowledge I failed
and powerless satellite eyes Fixed to optic metallic cable fibres transmit the vicarious thrill directly into the Cortex, transfixed and irradiated, Sucking the lfieforce from their veins
Transcending clocks; Wheels of crime, against this mirror, Wearing visages - pain ghastly blood lust, Caesar can have the flesh
Failure was inevitable from the outset Blood and nuclear rip tides
scorched the sky Passions ignite, dead people, all I see &nb


Vultures<Vultures
Need, The feeling coalesces, Scraping scratching single digit seeping singular
sense impulse thoughts;
Need need need, Always incessant That thumping rhythmic vitality. It forms a priapic point A miasma of deadly addictions Swim like caged sharks, scenting the blood of Captive dolphins committing suicide while they circle.
Need, need, need, need, need, Rosary beads of sweat form in the contact Fire touch paper loins Gridled on a liars tongue, deep tan brown,
slick with saliva Test the waters for teeth This withd
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