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three ha1ku
05:10
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i
in white skies, the birds
falling upward, the last stars
battling morning
iii
deeper frequencies
echoing across the wall
in concrete heartbeats
ii
how happy I am
I’m being a way to be
away from home
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2. |
this 2
03:59
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these torn jeans tarmac-black replace the stars with more darkness
I’m on my knees I’m crawling back tearing skin & drawing blood
the morning knows it’s spring
only humans sleeping in
like rocks adorned with shipwrecks
there are things I should have said
these red eyes rubbed to tearlessness replace the sun & float above
in this room it’s just the two of us but we could crowd a universe
there are animals singing
not awake for no reason
nothing escapes its context
& things I should be saying now
that makes a torture of each breath
& it’s poisonously laying low
but this too shall pass & there will come some sunny day
when you will smiling say
‘I got away at last!’
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3. |
3-way kiss
03:59
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I am a shadow in your holy vision
shaking to the sound of dry-ice machines
I have been reduced to pure repetition
I am a dust mote that carries your sweat
in the swirl of organic matter
the pulse raps in machine gun meter
surrounds you with coloured radiation
outlines blur and shift with each sensation
I taste you tasting my taste in her taste
the new light filtered through the club windows
painting an ancestor-mask on your face
a vessel for some ancient magical rite
You know invisible angels count the lies we tell in mundane conversation
Like a snake
I’m kissing air
To sense my way
Across the desert bare.
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4. |
wi4out you
04:11
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...without you
even for a night or two
I have no idea what to do
I do things that I never do
out of the blue
I buy cigarettes & papers too
when I’d usually steal a drag or two
from you
I guess I try to summon you
in smoke shapes grey & blue
the smell of the tobacco too
brings me back to you
like you were standing in this room
waiting for the world to move
without you
I drink at least enough for two
alcohol & coffee too
I make an extra cup for you
& when I do
I take it with milk like you
even if I don’t want to
& then I have to see it through
& nothing that I say sounds true
each word autocued
the sunbeams of the afternoon
are obscured by you
like you were standing in this room
waiting for the world to move
without you
I find I’m crying as I read the news
without you
I take forever to put on my shoe
without you
I scan the sky for the hidden moon
& find it’s blue
without you.
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5. |
5hipland
05:17
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I thought the trees on my street were the rigged masts of tall ships
& the sounds of traffic passing were but waves breaking on the beach
the falling earth believes the sun is rising
the birds write coded words on the horizon
I left my love a letter scrawled by driftwood in the sand
& when the sea washed over I knew she would understand
the sun that dips & all things change their colour
the wind that blows the clouds into each other
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Ben Osborn Berlin, Germany
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