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Undone

naked as a reptile 
standing on the dais
the furnace refrains from forming
sweat all around 
consensus becomes uneasy
as it trails off i hear more sounds
now that i listen i know what its about

at night i feel like a mime on the stage
all the words i cant say
i have the dreams continuously 
every minute of the day 
perhaps we all do

take both roads at once
pushing back the door
for decades ive been stood up
by a relentless fame 

at night i feel like a mime on the stage
all the words i cant say
i have the dreams continuously 
every minute of the day 
perhaps we all do

Proud Future

Reptile

Simply Having a Terrible Christmas Time

Thrill

I look up at the sun
It’s a lot like my mum
goes away with the rain
i can’t feel the rays

you are ten years away
time is our enemy
it’s longer than the line
that’s been crossed in my mind
nail a kite to a tree
and watch as the wind blows it

when i hear your name
it still causes me pain
i need novocaine

all I wanted was you
someone i could talk to
just an idea of me 			
was all that you could see
i made sense of it all 
but sense won’t change the fact that 

when i hear your name
it still causes me pain
i need novocaine

the feelings the same
I’ve got myself to blame 
I need novocaine

all i can do is try to accept it your way
you have become just a text bubble on my screen

Novocaine

Long Long Long, Long

Standing tall and lanky
His posture slanting inward
As if carrying the weight of something
A caricature of Shaggy missing his Scooby Doo
He resembles a lost member of The Beatles
At least with his British teeth

Mistaken as a lesbian by the woman at the sports-bar 
He sports no facial hair
Instead, growing it on his head
Long, but wanting to be longer

Jeans, sometimes women’s
T-shirt and a button-up
Uniform is unisex
Nothing his female friends wouldn’t wear

Skin white as snow, with a hint of yellow pee
No tattoos, save the hidden dachshund underfoot
“Au natural”, he would say
For fear of tattoo trends

His body speaks submissively
Letting furniture govern his allotted space
Limbs folding in like a dried flower
Yet his heart, open like an elephant-ears leaf 

Used clothing with no visible brands
He seeks no validation of the wealthy 
Frugality is his fashion
Wool jacket with one odd button

Considered a ‘soft boy’ by the classifiers 
He wears his masculinity softly
Sitting down when he pees 
Opting for a hug, rather than a handshake

stressy

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