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Girl A

 

She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories

She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories

A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.

Where there was two, remains only one.

One had been the moon, the other, the sun.

Hearts once connected, orbiting a shared solar system

Are now the Boötes void - an empty space of drifting.

She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories

A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.

 

Two peas in a pod huddled and guarded

Are suddenly shelled to be cruelly disregarded.

Her body is buttered steamed and eaten -

Can this morose craving for connection be beaten?

 

She sat alone among sapped snap-shot memories

A severed serpent-coil of restless unhomed energy.

 

This loss lives as an unceasing combing of her brain.

A lost illogical love leaves part of her homeless again.

Wisdom speaks that others cannot complete you –

But dull loneliness feeds from the pain of missing her two.

 

Clapham Common, London

5 November 2021

 
 
 

Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun

Robert Hazard (original)

Part A

 

She unstitched and re-stitched the seams of her eye, working from the lens all the way down to the ciliary muscle. The gesture lacked lustre. The threads hung limp. She yearned to see the world anew each time the needle stabbed through her retina. She would unpick history and sew a different story.

 

We used the remaining thread to erect a slim bridge, reinforced by our words. It hung suspended in the air, yet secured by our poésie which danced through the ribbons of thread between us.

 

He sat in the empty space beneath, licking his lips and thumping one of his great lion paws, hoping one of us would tumble into his jaws.

 

29 November 2019

The Hurst, Shropshire

 The Backbone

Girl A

 
& my intended lust has never been cleaner
— I wanna be mine
 

I wanna be mine

after John Cooper Clarke and Arctic Monkeys

 

i.                

I wanna be my own love story, I

date myself in smoked bars, wanna

be me and be with me and be

my coffee-shot seductive energy. Your

electricity is as dry as a stuffed vacuum

& my intended-lust has never been cleaner.

 

ii.               

I peel myself open, oystered like I

mean deep devotion, when I just

wanna play, no need to wanna

be your setting spray. Ocean rising be

-tween those clammed sheets of yours.

 

iii.              

I just wanna be used.

Like snapped black plastic to

be recycled anew. Each time I get

close to owning myself it

feels like a betrayal to the in

-side of my mind. I think of your

shame, and our young ripped fish-nets.

 

Brockley, London

28 April 2023