Submissions by Morbs
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
nevertheless.
All hail, hollow man
All night the cats
outside my window are
howling in the rain. I stitch
myself into the fabric
of a mattress. You lay
inside your own version
of hell digging blunt fingers
in black space. Somewhere
in the silence I imagine
the orb of your lips.
You sigh the same sigh
pressed against
a crushed blanket,
legs becoming cotton
the thread count
of jealousy cocooning
a spine, twisting itself
around a dark rope
how it grows and grows
frantic in the dim light.
...
outside my window are
howling in the rain. I stitch
myself into the fabric
of a mattress. You lay
inside your own version
of hell digging blunt fingers
in black space. Somewhere
in the silence I imagine
the orb of your lips.
You sigh the same sigh
pressed against
a crushed blanket,
legs becoming cotton
the thread count
of jealousy cocooning
a spine, twisting itself
around a dark rope
how it grows and grows
frantic in the dim light.
...
#lover
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If I had a hammer
there wouldn’t
be the tedium
of striking nails
into submission
there would
be a note on how
iron claws itself
from the Earth
offers its flesh
to understand
the difference
between
murder
and song
be the tedium
of striking nails
into submission
there would
be a note on how
iron claws itself
from the Earth
offers its flesh
to understand
the difference
between
murder
and song
#LifeAsAWriter
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Atomic
I told you, love
tasting your neck
would spoil everything
should have just
kept writing, talking
in that insane way
where we mentioned
everything never
written down before
and I don’t want
anybody to guess who
you are, but the neighbours
wonder nightly as I nail
my thoughts to your perfect
white fence
not that you’ll be there for long,
ceaselessly musing, never staying
in a single fucking place
and I’ve
been meaning to talk to you ...
tasting your neck
would spoil everything
should have just
kept writing, talking
in that insane way
where we mentioned
everything never
written down before
and I don’t want
anybody to guess who
you are, but the neighbours
wonder nightly as I nail
my thoughts to your perfect
white fence
not that you’ll be there for long,
ceaselessly musing, never staying
in a single fucking place
and I’ve
been meaning to talk to you ...
#love
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because rocks are bones
in the mouth of the mountain.
There’s amethyst forming
in deep pockets
a child swelling in its womb
tumbling its toes, over
and over
There’s amethyst forming
in deep pockets
a child swelling in its womb
tumbling its toes, over
and over
#nature
#humankind
#pagan #minimalist
#pagan #minimalist
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Journal Entry #1
We ate thick bread
by the tiled hearth
crusted, smothered
in honey. You dusted
snowflake crumbs
from your shirt,
I lit a fire, speaking only
of the wildness
of flame-shaped things.
How gentile were the bees
that met us there ravenous,
laughing. Did they gather
on that December day
cradling our warmth
in the belly of stillness
did they carry
Summer to us
where we met
in clinging light,
nectar-sweet
holy
in amber arms.
by the tiled hearth
crusted, smothered
in honey. You dusted
snowflake crumbs
from your shirt,
I lit a fire, speaking only
of the wildness
of flame-shaped things.
How gentile were the bees
that met us there ravenous,
laughing. Did they gather
on that December day
cradling our warmth
in the belly of stillness
did they carry
Summer to us
where we met
in clinging light,
nectar-sweet
holy
in amber arms.
#LGBT
#bees
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Journal Entry #2
we write
of the same ink
as our universe
surfacing
to drink of black
shattering stars
crushed galaxies
on a notched,
velvet bough
of the same ink
as our universe
surfacing
to drink of black
shattering stars
crushed galaxies
on a notched,
velvet bough
#lust
#LGBT
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Journal Entry #3
she pauses
fingering
sharp briars
in the yard
I make
a note
fingering
sharp briars
in the yard
I make
a note
#lust
#LGBT
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On blue pills, spotlights, circuses
It was a tablet
the colour of which
I’d never seen.
Stood with it for a while
in front of an old mirror
stuck it to a wet tongue
waved it before the glass
as if frenching goodbye
to my last solitary fuck
swallowed it
down
to where bile heats itself
in a dark swirl of hell,
but they never put that ...
the colour of which
I’d never seen.
Stood with it for a while
in front of an old mirror
stuck it to a wet tongue
waved it before the glass
as if frenching goodbye
to my last solitary fuck
swallowed it
down
to where bile heats itself
in a dark swirl of hell,
but they never put that ...
#MeToo
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Dare
this
mouth
eternally
syllables away
from your name
mouth
eternally
syllables away
from your name
#emptiness
#minimalist
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I know what hands are for
and I keep that one
to myself
that photograph
our nearly-forgotten language
between eye and thought
and I wonder if you know
what I’m thinking
if you know I’m awake
under a full-moon beating
across an elegy of rooftops
flooding the dead streets
with ambulances.
There’s a picture of you
committed to memory
by the river’s edge.
There, my love
is where the dam broke;
where failure soaked us
to the skin and I knew
I wanted to be forever wet
...
to myself
that photograph
our nearly-forgotten language
between eye and thought
and I wonder if you know
what I’m thinking
if you know I’m awake
under a full-moon beating
across an elegy of rooftops
flooding the dead streets
with ambulances.
There’s a picture of you
committed to memory
by the river’s edge.
There, my love
is where the dam broke;
where failure soaked us
to the skin and I knew
I wanted to be forever wet
...
#confessional
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Animal
and there is music
flooding blue lungs
stars drowned
in the sapphire tombs
of your eyes
you
that barbaric
thought
maiming a heart
with curious
call
I want only
to know you
as a shapeless thing
ceaselessly imperfect
beautifully grotesque
existing in absent form
somewhere—
somewhere ...
flooding blue lungs
stars drowned
in the sapphire tombs
of your eyes
you
that barbaric
thought
maiming a heart
with curious
call
I want only
to know you
as a shapeless thing
ceaselessly imperfect
beautifully grotesque
existing in absent form
somewhere—
somewhere ...
#confessional
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A giver’s take
half orange
on a chopping board
solar eclipse
in the kitchen by pans
nourishing the blues
doctor said
something
about vitamins
I’m watching citrus
blend with apples
but it won’t solve
the world
truth is Doc
it’s an Anadin sponsored
short mini-skirt repeat
skinheads fighting
in a car park
10p cola bottles
and a sugary calm
Sex Pistols
Smiths
Stone Roses
it’s train-wreck eyeliner
around closed eyes
and...
on a chopping board
solar eclipse
in the kitchen by pans
nourishing the blues
doctor said
something
about vitamins
I’m watching citrus
blend with apples
but it won’t solve
the world
truth is Doc
it’s an Anadin sponsored
short mini-skirt repeat
skinheads fighting
in a car park
10p cola bottles
and a sugary calm
Sex Pistols
Smiths
Stone Roses
it’s train-wreck eyeliner
around closed eyes
and...
#apathy
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