Eights (8)

My waking dreams me. Who is

this ghost running for paper

in a room full of paper, we’re

part of the place where everything

falls, it’s a room where torn walls

walk, it’s a part of the song which

everyone pretends they’ve never

heard – not since the other day

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Eights (4)

If the person you love is

70% water, it can be

hard to hear them in

all the rain. Take

off your coat and step

into the falling rain – nothing

is so hard as it may seem – one

word at a time

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Eights (7)

Listen to yourself, they said

you’re shouting again, I paused

and found myself wedged be

tween a dead vowel and an ex

hausting page-fold – – yet

just a few smiles away, snow

hums – branches nudge clouds..

(whose moon is gold and sings on time?)

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Eights (6)

My bf studies creative writing

his room is full of books

and idk what’s in them – I

spend my day fighting

sleep too. Where’s your future

today? Oh it’s sleeping again.. (hands

up if you know what I mean..) “I

know – – I’m writing from there now”

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Eights (5)

Winter’s at my window but

night water’s watching me this

silence frightens us – well, let’s

turn up the volume, return

stare, sound transforms the water

eventually strange speaks loud again

blood&beats blood blood Blood JUMPS

hello hello hello Hello he-

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Eights (3)

When the person you love

is 70% water, it’s

wise to go swimming – dip

a lot, a little in their

splashing freezing hot warm

mind, take off your

stay-dry stay put bag

and spin around a while

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Eights (2)

It’s hard to hear me

in all this rain

All this rain it just

falls on my face

around my skin, through

my hair, in my brain –

who else is there? Some

Thoughts are born water

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