Sonnets
Who said sonnets were cool? And who said a poem that’s fourteen lines long is a sonnet? I’m not sure, but I hope nobody notices how amateur these ones are.
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Sunny• 1 min read the sky’s gone orange mining & we’re left to wander (i’m waiting for a change in a tunnel filled with gas panic someone flipped me the bird it was a canary (shortly dead & the day remained sunny (zero chance of rain gauged delays were spattered with faux frustration & pule & it continued to… 
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Heavy Rain Late• 1 min read she rains heavy & she rains late i syndicate the weather & report with coffee like a tiny brown moon circling in the white cup made with two hands holding clouds up at sunset her eyes are red the rain falls heavy on the bedroom floor puddles of rain to hold down the fumes we… 
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Harbour You• 1 min read who will harbour you when the seas erupt harbour when the grave is shallow & leaks who willed this place of calm into being it’s a small harbour when the shots ping & hit i will harbour you when the minister won’t harbour you when all protest fails & build you an asylum if it… 
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A821.4• 1 min read that place where we all someday hope to die or rot at least (our skins like autumn leaves a shelf or two devoted to each mind aloof or in solidarity with those whose fame exceeds our own (no matter now this system lets us alphabetise our names as privilege leans on the obscure & the… 
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More sun than clouds; sprinkles early• 1 min read said let’s buy tulips because you were homesick twenty-four hour florist late-night emergency the tulips sat inside a cool store freezer still wet & trembling fragile as a whispered wish (we said let’s buy some tulips today there’s more sun than cloud their powers are quite expensive but what does money matter (when there’s more… 
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Rabbit Roulette• 1 min read we’re beta refugees playing rabbit roulette on an insula island in some cerebral cortex the day my grandmother turned to smoke the white rabbits sat on the long wet grass white rivers of paper insulin dependencies territorial misgivings siblings incinerations don’t let this be our last conversation mate you’ll be heavy inside that casket i… 
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War Flowers• 1 min read comments require verification so pass the bandanna and cry a flower into it’s a war parents knew was coming & ever since then thoughts have been in turmoil as soon as argument was refuted he switched sides so hypocricy went unnoticed please go & fuck your self-righteous self sideways & stick business somewhere else maybe… 

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