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Robyn-Jade Hosking Poem
I see him on days
As I walk from school
Weighted with books + facts + insecurities
Feet moving to the rhythms in my head
A thousand songs
Illustrating the world in slabs of impressionist paint
And then he is there
Jerky movements invading my mind
Shouted expletives aimed not at the crowd
That shies from this desperate drunk
But at unknown enemies
That he fells with a frantic blow
He topples
Rises
Falls again
The sane wrinkle their noses
And he is gone
Just another madman
Another drunk
Another dreg
Scum, trash, refuse
Suffocating society
Nothing lingers but the stench of his fear
Not alcohol
Nor cloying smoke that haunts my soul
Just whispered warnings to secret friends
Move along
Move along
Scream a thousand songs
There is nothing left to see
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In a small green tent I reached for midnight
Above our stoned embrace my lies
Emptied in an indifferent trickle of desire
We giggled, fingering each other’s faces
The strange familiar- absurdity
In the doef-doef music and the scale of my fish-nets
Two teenage screw-ups, a clichéd poem already forming
On lips bruised with vampire kisses
With which I stroked your smile, coaxing truths on which to feed
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It was a day or two before the smells came
Silent moments of déjà vu
In which the walls whitened in sympathy
The tiles laughing their cracked guilt
How did they find me here? Stowaways
In bottles of surgical spirits
Their cold indifference stifling
They watched me from the bathroom cupboard
Gripping this last vestige of panic
Its clinical stench the smell of God
I list the words for fear in lines of nines
Our toothbrushes lying side by side
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In the space between wall and door
The frogs grin
Paper death masks and spindly, clutching fingers
Jarring trespassers with their menacing absurdity
On the doorstep
The verge of confession, keyhole whispers
I stroke the tiny corpses
Defiance taut against my fingertips
I shall never die
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Here, my arm-
A gaudy orange stain
Where my mark was
An x- my name forgotten
Adorn me
Your mess of thin black lines
Tied quite like a bow
We’ll discuss our childhoods
While we scour my veins
Did you pick your dreams?
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Once
In a maths exam
I proved the world
was heart-shaped
And we but floating
points of light
Blinding one another
I proved that one
was three
And nought infinity
That God
Was the colour
purple
And that if you
believed
The sun would fall
in golden blisters
The sky would melt
at your touch
Nothing is real
Screamed my formula
Cold, hard logic
Shattered
Why do I even
breathe?
But then they told
me
That I’d forgotten
to cross-multiply
And that my theory
My realisation
Was WRONG
A crimson cross
wiped out my truth
Bloody slashes in my
soul
Destroyed by a silly
rule
But now
When the mundane
engulfs me
And shallow monotony
threatens to break
me
I remember
That fractions are a
human invention
And the world seems
a little less real
than before
No number can
restrict my dreams
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Friendless is the dawn
And as forgiving as a lover wronged
Her breath is cold as corpse fingers
Clutching those, our final letters
Every morning
I open the box to your dead lust eyes
Send me an empty page
And I will mark it with a single smudged truth
Though I prefer to type, it does not reveal me
Friendless is the dawn
And deceitful as a lover wronged
Her heart is cold as the naked sheet
The hatch slams shut
Until tomorrow
I do not touch the bills
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They gave me a pamphlet
Small and white and marked
With a square in a circle
(like me with pegs)
No key ring
There were not enough
See how popular the group has grown
And they hugged me
One by one, almost
I tried so hard not to be tense
Keep coming back
They said
Confirming my worth
Unnecessarily (I know it)
I would have liked a key ring
Look how brave I am
And at the end
We held hands
Chanted words of strength and fellowship
I felt like a phony
What right had I to join the circle?
A square in a circle
(keep coming back)
I cried that night
Alone with my pillows
Circle-less
Restore me to sanity
One night, maybe two
No commitment, please!
It’s just for today
(welcome back)
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I dreamed that I was dancing
In a sable gown
That flowered darkness over my knees
My shoes were laced
In an intricate pattern
Like ink on my pearly skin
I remember
Kohl-eyes
Lips painted in dripping blood
To conceal the scars
And so I twirled
Ready to be caught
To be held my your comfortingly apathetic hands
And released back to the empty floor
I am surprised the blood did not spray us
But it was just a dream
And each time I turned
You turned away
And I could not see your face
But maybe I did not look hard enough
So drunken by movement
You could have been the devil
For all that I will know
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