hello hello welcome
1.
i want to name a constellation
for the arc of your eyelid
i have it seen it in the skies
and i saw it again in that
danny dyer ufo tv special
2.
in the arc of his eyelid
i could see the backs
of a thousand men breaking
as they loved me in the wrong way
if i were filled up to the top
with pepto bismol pink
that pink of albino dolphins
that pink of a thousand reblogs
i would be a better woman
but instead i have centuries
of black bile and my worst
sense of humours
i did this
i felt so bad that i ran all the way home although my (pepto bismol pink) shoes were cutting my feet right up
the book i was reading it said
how when the first people
went on up into the Eiffel Tower
they saw the city in aerial view
all those people saw the city
for the first time as a big little grid
and i thought how many
of those people looked down in aerial view
and wondered if a little bit of them
could see you fucking her
through the gaps in the roof tiles
u oughta know
I had my period for a whole month
but i didn’t listen to alanis morrisette not
once not even once not even when
i was crying in a single bed in tooting
because i missed you so much
not even then
this is a poem i had in The Attic last yr p.s.
now my stuff has less capital letters tho lol o god and more ‘humour’ o yes
finally got my printer working so finally got my lil pamphlets printed
they contain POETRY and if u want one let me know via /ask
they are frei or we can do a swap or u can send me a postcard or whatever
