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Shorts from the Attic Vase
Tomb it May Concern
Kneeling at the grave
As if slumped at the altar of a bar,
The flowers I laid on the earth
Were the secrets I never shared.
“This is not an Exit.”
She peeled the full stop from
American Psycho and crept inside.
In hyphens of blood & cocaine colons,
She slit Bateman’s throat with a paper knife.
Suburban Stories #26
ONCE upon a time
There were a content couple with pretty curtains.
The End.
'Once Seen'
Wednesday, Baker Street 08:57
You: Green dress, black beret, reading Zadie Smith.
Me: Black suit, umbrella, reading The Times.
She saw his advert and promptly replied.
She remembered his teeth.
It rained filthy when they met at drunk Soho
And he regretting not bringing his umbrella
When he walked home…..alone.
*Once Seen was an actual advert column in Time Out Magazine
Shooting Scarecrows
God should have given him a gun
Instead of a pen with red ink.
Survival Bones
She tattooed bruises on her body
& messaged him:
“Come over, I’m ready and prepared.”
Little Man, What Now?
Taxidermy of your bilious words
Sew seams of your heart to your arse.
New Year’s Eve, 2021
Gentle waves in the harbour
Bowed down and kept their distance –
Which is how it should have been
In the embers of a year which brought much death.
We always answer “like the stars.”
What lies beyond the evening light,
In soap dust of newly birthed cadaver,
Abreast the bones of dead poets or
Under flotsam of flooded valley?
Collect priest tears in paper bags
& tell the heathens everything falls…
Like the stars.
Kneeling at the grave
As if slumped at the altar of a bar,
The flowers I laid on the earth
Were the secrets I never shared.
“This is not an Exit.”
She peeled the full stop from
American Psycho and crept inside.
In hyphens of blood & cocaine colons,
She slit Bateman’s throat with a paper knife.
Suburban Stories #26
ONCE upon a time
There were a content couple with pretty curtains.
The End.
'Once Seen'
Wednesday, Baker Street 08:57
You: Green dress, black beret, reading Zadie Smith.
Me: Black suit, umbrella, reading The Times.
She saw his advert and promptly replied.
She remembered his teeth.
It rained filthy when they met at drunk Soho
And he regretting not bringing his umbrella
When he walked home…..alone.
*Once Seen was an actual advert column in Time Out Magazine
Shooting Scarecrows
God should have given him a gun
Instead of a pen with red ink.
Survival Bones
She tattooed bruises on her body
& messaged him:
“Come over, I’m ready and prepared.”
Little Man, What Now?
Taxidermy of your bilious words
Sew seams of your heart to your arse.
New Year’s Eve, 2021
Gentle waves in the harbour
Bowed down and kept their distance –
Which is how it should have been
In the embers of a year which brought much death.
We always answer “like the stars.”
What lies beyond the evening light,
In soap dust of newly birthed cadaver,
Abreast the bones of dead poets or
Under flotsam of flooded valley?
Collect priest tears in paper bags
& tell the heathens everything falls…
Like the stars.
Published 6th May 2022
Author's Note
ERULGCT 138. Uma xx Just enjoy scribbling these short nothings. That's all I want to say about that. Lol
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7th May 2022 10:40pm
I love these short bites. I could see them in a small booklet form to carry around on a walk in town or the country. Loved the American Psycho short. I remember lending the book to my dad who was an avid reader, and I never saw him as sad and as disillusioned as when he finished it. Something changed in him, like the nightmares that he feared from the fucking horror show of capitalism were realised in that book. A book I would burn and would give to my kids at the same time.
8th May 2022 2:20pm
Many thanks Andrew. Like the idea of a booklet. Maybe once I have crawled from my apathy bed?
Yip. The 80s were a time of excess & narcissism. Once stuck on a yachtie boatie thing with 5 yuppies. Long story. Before deciding between murder or swimming, fate kindly intervened.
Yip. The 80s were a time of excess & narcissism. Once stuck on a yachtie boatie thing with 5 yuppies. Long story. Before deciding between murder or swimming, fate kindly intervened.
