Magnetic Man ft. Katy B – Perfect Stranger, live at Maida Vale

let my mind touch your supple

Ante meridiem absurdity the diaphragm spasm fanfare intensified
Right then. Yes, I’m capable of loving you,
sure why not(?) but regard that
Sparkle bubbly fantasy pie in the sky falling
from our crumble crust lips
Maybe I could love you like this through
aborted afterglow distances
Comfort emanating from our hibernal foreheads
peeling residual glue gum
Off from the fleshy lines of our breathing hardcovers.
It seems an inadequacy of hyphenation to prance
around in amateurish clamor
Torment is not that dainty without navy fingernails so
let me eavesdrop on the roaring

coming out of the closet. the closet I would sell my soul for.

I WISH

Barnaby Bradford

sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and my eyes get bigger and bigger

The occasions and I have memoirs
I succumbed to annihilation in times gone by
When lividity weighed upon my eyes
Hurling me into the ditch like a spade
One standard unit of blood kept on ice for 30 minutes
Quench their thirst, not without bacterial growth
Looking so tender there, tossed and fallen
Their feigned fleshy knives stabbing the earth
Burn. Convulse.
Inside my inflamed view
Such fraud impregnates the soil
With decaying chastity
Who are you to share my skin
Mama says, you must rest
They can’t ever eat your smile