as the grey came to brood in a soggy sky, Charon mated with Karen—
the Epsom houses have been hollowed out
in the remnant of pith there lies a spider’s egg of wealth—
white sneakers, light fixtures, pressurised air
and seeing castles in the ozone, a throbbing palimpsest
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mood swings changes in light, weather
no one can give me a fucking answer
and the cloud, it’s trickling into my skin, it’s melting me
into the footpath with the sweat I carry
you’re incredible, you know
still pounding the pavement, even with all that in your head
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to feel
like
the mind-vomit
what did you tell her? that it feels like living in a horror film
yeah, you’re fucking amazing
;
chattering ghost faces run the gamut
see the small world
rotting leaf is beautiful—drip drip
straw grasses, feeding warrums near the plastic flakes
tinctures: concrete sizzle, line vertical, bird-tail-flick, happy house-dirt
door open merging boundary;
wishes laughing in the humid air
;
the tips of the lemon leaves are winking with water
I’m catching the sunset on the swing of my hand
there is no substitute for the growth of a year
the hard-edged confidence that hands me an afternoon
with new and good people
and returning home to the cat
bathed in some combination of
viridescence and old furniture
and hope in the yellow