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13 notes
Posted 22, May, 2013

I Gots Acronyms

I got more acronyms
than I got my sins,
got new PRPS
and that’s in my genes.
I got letters and they’re better
than a B, M double U,
my jumper says APC
and my heart is always true.
I love my LV wallet,
I’ll give you my BBM
and my logos are more subtle
because I don’t look like them.
I hang out with Nigo and Pharrell
in all the latest BBC
and my hands are in the air
backstage with NERD.
So time to drop the bass
and come and dance with me
because labels all mean nothing
when you got acronyms.

24 notes
Posted 21, May, 2013

n2u

I will try
n touch
n taste
n lick
your heart
w/ my
tongue
because
I want
2 know
how
sweetness
tastes
not saccharine
or aspartame
n I
will carve
open your chest
with my sharpened
obsidian
words
reflecting
ting
ting
[sound effect added in post production]
2 do
it

*no people
or animals were
harmed in the writing
of this poem

78 notes
Posted 21, May, 2013

This is why I keep reading

This is the new poetry,
just like the old poetry,
everything changes
and nothing changes.
I’ve seen such self-conscious
words they’d be embarrassed
to prop up a bar with mine.
Words dripping with simile
and metaphor all getting drunk
before their bodies hit the floor.
This is the new poetry,
just like the old poetry,
so alternative and so hipster
it hurts and I don’t know
what either of those words mean
and it’s cool to rhyme and it’s
so not cool and it’s not cool
to say cool anymore.
There are words with heart
and there are words with balls
and there are words about
ribcages and flowers and hurting
themselves and trying to find
themselves because they’ve never
been used before.
And there are whore words, used
so often, so don’t use those
or risk the wrath of the elite,
the nouveau poets, the starving
in a garret writers, the lovers,
the fighters. The moleskin scribblers,
the dabblers, the write every day-ers, the prayers, the intellectuals,
the pseudo-intellectuals, the practical, the stream of thought words and I love it all.
So come give me your words,
your old poetry, your new poetry, your i dont give a fuck about punctuation or speeling poetree.
This is the new poetry,
just like the old poetry,
everything changes
and nothing
will
ever
change
and that’s why I keep reading.

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Posted 19, May, 2013

They Each Gave Me A Name

I am half
of silken tongue
and too-fast
language. Abrupt.
Not. Rude. Concise.
I am half
of slang and regional
accent, lowest form
of wit and highest.
I am half
of black hair and 98%
cocoa eyes.
I am half
of height and big
feet to fill big shoes,
you know what that
means, right?
I am half
of history and island
nation and monarchy.
I am half
of invention and ceremony
and tradition and honour.
I am half
of East
and West,
the worst and best
as we all are
of our parents
and I am neither one
nor the other and I am both
and I am
whole.

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Posted 19, May, 2013

& everything matters

& everything
I’ve found is better
when you are around.
I can taste more flavours
in wine after a kiss
from your lips.
I can hear more notes
in symphonies after you speak
to me.
I can see more shapes
in the sky after we have watched
them together on our backs.
I can smell the seasons
approach in the air after
we have been naked alone in my room.
I can feel the minute grooves
and bumps in the floorboards
after I have run my fingers down your back.
& everything
I’ve found is more real
when you’re around.
& everything
I’ve found
is better.

95 notes
Posted 18, May, 2013

Po-uh-tree? Ware Weir Goin We Woahnt Kneed Po-uh-tree.

Eye want moar
than langwich
kan giv me.

Eye want moar
than grammer
n speling
kan nertur
in me.

Eye want moar
than psyens
n relijen
kan give me.

Eye want yew
n yor blud
n bone n sinew.

Eye want yore
thawt prosess
befor yew put
it into werds -

thatz y eye
wrote thiz lyk
thiz so yew kewd
c how much effert
goez into vocab
n sintax n etimologie
n seperayshun from
breyn 2 payper.

So scroo all that
n give me pyur
unadulteratid
YEW.

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Posted 17, May, 2013

The Pleasure is All Yours

Hey Mister
is it wrong that I
like your daughter
in a way that you’d probably
not approve?
And maybe one day
I’ll have one too
so I can see where you’re coming
from.
But we’re all someone’s child
and to put it mildly
I want to get Biblical
with the fruit
of your loins,
so let’s stand around
and talk about sports
and the weather
and you should
try not to think
about what I’ll do
to your daughter
with
pleasure -
hopefully
all hers.
I think you should
in a purely abstract way
approve of that.

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Posted 17, May, 2013

Exist/Live

Come with me
if you want to live.
More than exist,
I’m talking about risks,
not calculated,
evaluated,
rated,
carbon dated
to the exact point you met
him/her
and became a bore.
Didn’t go out anymore.
TV dinners
and watching lottery winners
on fantasy islands,
people that aren’t you
popping champagne corks
and hanging out on yachts.
I can be the quicksilver
in your veins
that circumvents your brain
and hits your heart,
gives it a kick start.
Don’t be a part,
be the machine
and think much bigger
than your next mortgage
payment
or 2.4 children.
Don’t just exist
and make endless shopping lists,
thicker wrists
from boring gym routines,
dare to dream
big and give
everything
to live.

24 notes
Posted 17, May, 2013

A t o m i s e

I would atomise
my very scent
that clings to my skin
(Imperial Leather soap,
Polo Ralph Lauren Green,
Clinique deodorant,
woodsmoke,
Boots Dry Cough
& Congestion Relief)
and send it in
an envelope to you,
so I could envelop you
with more than my arms
when it’s not fair
and the distance
is just
too
much
to bear.