Sesame

I feel like a seed

Any second I could sprout

Turn into a tree

But not while

I’m stuck between your teeth

Sex

Talk about sex

And sports

Make me think about

Fucking you

In my basketball shorts

Temple Stay

Golden hour in Beopjusa

Given in the precondition,

That through

Meditative practice

And doctrinal studies,

Like the singing bird

And the diligent ant,

We can reflect

Golden hour in Beopjusa,

Where the fog rolls over mountains,

Waiting 670 million years,

Like Euishin,

Like Jinpyo,

For redemption

Humans Are Just Pets

A wonky Studio Ghibli tattoo

Asking me if I have a favourite director

Sorry I don’t really watch films.

The forest turns to garden turns to music

Wrote a song in candlelight.

My friend was shocked when no one reacted

To the 2.65 meter monitor lizard

Wandering through the kitchen.

My card was the

6 of hearts.

My heart was

Full.

Humans are just pets;

The forest turns to garden,

And we are domesticated.

Table 36

I’d like to go to town

Or at least see you.

Dinner and an IPA,

We’re invincible in Covent Garden.

I’d like to start again,

And say this in our own language.

The falling leaves in Regents Park

Remind us of impermanence;

Like our paper straws,

But not like us.

I’d like to wait for you

By Vision Express

And I’d like to start again.

The Weekend

Arbitrarily Gendered Bathrooms

Obscure sign on the door

But piss on the floor

So I know it’s the men’s.

September in Central

Vince Staples on the way home

Passionate speech about Air Force 1s

Delivered while she wants a kiss

Heart resides on the last train home

Mind and Body

Earth Wind Water and Fire

Explained by the man

Dancing in Spraypaint Alley

Underneath Waterloo Platform 20

Interrupted by a laugh

Designated Driver took the wrong turn

While complaining about a sore shoulder

The City is bigger than I’m used to

Little moments feel smaller

No free seats

On the SWR

Memory

I hear you coming in my sleep

Like the sound of the sea in empty seashells

A soft moan

Echoes in time

Clinging to my ear

Stupid City

Crossing Waterloo Bridge I think I’ll miss this stupid city

With its Dispassionate skyscrapers

Their lights reflecting off my snail trail

Wet wheel tracks as I skate in the rain

Always tired

On my journey through central

Delivery boy

Dodging McFlurry street art

And buses

I think I’ll miss this stupid city

With its kitchen sink job opportunities

Floating by my head

In one ear out the other

Apps for pubs and juices

Level 3 consumer

Counting pennies in primrose hill

I think I’ll miss this stupid city

With its stupid perfection

And perfect people

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What a funny collection of friends I have

Worlds colliding on the sofa

Watching in wonder as the people I get along with the most get along with each other

Staying still in the Sticky air

Falling backwards into her arms

Twister DJ set

paradise is a circus

In the summer heat

Acrobats and singers

Actors performing to the audience

(My neighbours who can surely hear)

Back to back

Top to tail - sardine tin sleepover

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