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RM Poems


My muse wakes me
A
Cup of coffee and a
Blow job
Except there’s no coffee
No blow job either

S
A
Y
S
g
od
Gave me a lineless face
So I can fuck
Miss nothing    
What do you say
Bombface
I’ll go off all over the screen
Taking others with me


Reflected other
Vines enter the window lines
To follow
A bird or late
Summer  
Sometimes I take a cold shower
And there’s nothing there.


Karaoke get fucked up
Songs.
With different tones
Grey eyed women,
The sea,
The sun,
The man
What promises.
Sometimes
Am, and I want,
are  indistinct
Then sublimated
Watching myself I disappear


Sound layer
Sand
coloured in a glass
Horizon, sunset
Birds
Image answer
The curve of glass
Tuned to its destination
Step right through


Yr Akita  barks into a blue fence
Pulling
Its power turns u on
I guess
We all want that or to be that
The way it moves straight in
Dog to man trans
My heavy dog
I knew I wanted u


My girls
Fallen they are former stars
Now mutable, temporal, and
Cognitive barely
Luminous and burning
Drinking in your bar


Fill my
Bath with Jetlag
Filled
With u and my guys the
Girls nameless
Hope, Destiny and
Crystal


Recognition failure
Leaves soft and white
Go ahead
Alone and watched
U being unreal
It being unreal


Awakenings only renewals
Leaden planet in me
Turned tree and branches
sorry
altered state


White wall
I called u minotaur
Heard your
White roar
Yeah
Still altered


You were
Like bathing in rad waste  
Eating u
Like eating yellow cake
Ignoring the signs to 
Swim in jan
Reactor water
As warm as you.
Come on in.


Devil came down in her habit
My having lost her said she wld
Stay if I changed
Silent
I stayed the same cue
Vapour


Trans
Ring on yr statue
My
God wife
Recreated i
Wasn’t ready
Crushed


Wrought so far
This phantasy
Made my dick hurt
With envy
Snow ur robot
Carcass animate
And colder
Vivisect my erroure
Swell my jelly 
Violent for ur shell oh well


false dream u
brought me the
shape of
another 
on another
losing my shit i 
left u to
find other and u
find another
taking
my form


Getting home
I wrote you again
Just couldn’t help
It’s weak
My self vitrified
Revivified returns to itself


Blue lenses
They stand on their balcony
A fake
Fake bitch and
I’ve got a dick
Fake hair
Makes me a swimming pool
Frozen
Sings sway on the machine
I want you this fake


Witch changed her sons to bulls
To plough all night a tract
Thrown
By a king  
To the sea   
Lost her tract land


Statue made in ur likeness
Aged in ur absence miraculous
And trans to u revived
Recovery
Loop reconcile
Found


Flesh to cuttle
Lip pink or red ur
Oracular meaning
Eye cavity  
Secretes white
Resemblances concentric
Pearls and ur
Not lost
Just changed

 


 

 

[Rob Burton is a poet and editor. His work has appeared in ditch, ninerrors, The Red Ceilings, and Otoliths, among others. ]

 

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