poetry

the same things

In another amusing

twist of fate

or destiny

or conditioning

I’ve bought the same

kitchen table

as my parents

to go with

matching knifes

and our bread tin

a set of sheets

so many things

it’s dirty on

the underside

with old wine

when I

thought I was

so clean

dust in

the bathroom

like mum’s

I guess it is

conditioning

 

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Boz the dog

sometimes think

I am the person

who doesn’t notice

other people

don’t get along

because they see me

lollop up

to their

relationship

like an enthusiastic

puppy

so they smile

pretend

because they

don’t want

to hurt my

feelings or

destroy

a loyal naivety

of course

might just be

overthinking

and

egotising

after all

would anyone

change their behaviour

for me?

 

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rain like february

 

it came in the night

driving and thick

a vertical virtual

wall of precipi…

tation

wind rumples

through the eves

crunkling the cardboard

taped to my ceiling

“spielkiste”

from the last time

my spiders watch

from the opposite corner

of the room

their spindly legs

like stripped

upside down

umbrellas

dehumidifier hums

on 80%

carpets

still feel damp

the rains are here again

 

 

 

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kim gordon

he asked

what supplements I was taking

don’t believe in them

I said

but

omega, magnesium, muti-B, C, zinc

we talked about

kim gordon, the prodigy,

nine inch nails, I

didn’t admit

I’d deliberately listened

to phil collins

that day

although it

arguably says

more about my health

-or otherwise

than a handful of

encapsulated vitamins

and whether

I’m a nose breather

at night

lies

I remember when you lied

about how you knew me

said we were old friends

from school

but we’d only just met

really

introduced by him

when he moved in

had nothing in common

except

I liked cars

and you had one

we hadn’t come

separately

but driven in

that was my lie

so now we’re even

 

Soundcloud link: https://soundcloud.com/clairevetica/lies

 

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So pretty / spider city

I live in spider city

land of grey webs

spindly legs

and glitter

moving delicately

staking territory

gossamer strands

mark

invisible lands

my octo-eyes

observe

the corners

of my fortress

don’t look up or

disturb me

tick, tick, tock

taking stock

my demesne

well-lit or gloomy

silvery womb

my children

quicken

near invisible

against

white walls

traverse

silken skyscrapers

and exquisite

sprung floors

 

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do you

do you, do you, do you

love me yet?

do you, do you

have you

fallen

no regrets

fucking on a mattress

on the floor

you had no furniture

at all

for months

lived in your car

do you

do you

have you

succumbed

you hobo?

staying up late

frantic words

words, words,

type, write, text

don’t speak

the words

afraid

of what happens

next

if

what?

do you

do you…

suppose

the love

still

spills

out

you love

without

saying it

a frenzy

of avoidance

type, write, text

when

my crazy meets

yours

you’re crazy

I’m

relentless

engulfed

obsessed

tie me

to your bed

play games

with our heads

do you, do you, do you

love me

yet

 

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Sunshine

I sat with my ex

in his garden

on a cold, bright sunny day

in Melbourne

we hadn’t

slept together

the night before.

He lived there

with his girlfriend

an arty chick

he met in London

I never knew her well.

She was right to

be uncertain

he was mine

for the taking.

And I blew off

my old best friend.

And he knew

I’d fucked his brother

– my god

I was hungover

we just stayed there

playing Scopa

in the sunshine

it was a nearly perfect day

 

Reading on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/clairevetica/sunshine

 

 

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