word of the day

we played ugly politics
and we played beautiful politics.

we debated
thoughts
that had not even
been formed yet

and they moved through
our bodies
like shadows
passing behind coloured glass.

i wrote
and you erased

two simple codes to

obfuscate
the same meaning,

soliloquies

that we could not anticipate,
let alone control.

music in the morning

i awake
with a nose bleed
on a train
that does not stop.

the whole carriage
of commuters
are whistling
the same strange
song

all around me,
a symphony
of blood letting.

one line

your fingers
cluster
around my collarbone,
a necklace
of invisible veins.

***

tall ships
in a distant
harbour,
you don't even
hear your phone
ring.

***

i remember
seven or eight
places
that existed
before you.