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latter half of the year

Then:

posts bright in

the dark

dim

figures cold

Morning, no afternoon

That is

Yet rain clears from

the stone, little snow

As yet

what, what was

The name?

it was on the statements,

Like hers but not,

books hold the shelf,

airports or worse

bullshit than

her voice,

Later:

laugher in a position

about positions,

a room, these people.

Ahh friends

Remember:

A joke

A scam

that piece of

multi-layered

flesh

which drives us,

which

Gives us, us.

like fire, metal

torn moisture

to

become no one,

simple

made clear

But with intentions;

feature characters

for

The single win

in which death

Lives

Middle:

Destination,

worn killed

Laughter.

God that

Face!

No regrets

more Simple

in what before

loss provides

the ends cloistered

mistakes

to follow grey

Mist in red neon

Where

forgetting becomes

obviously

Uncontrollable

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Sunday on the End

“Who were we to

say our ownership

Would stay?”

Falling and bragging

falling and demanding,

One more beer

along with the

Next,

then

Women a

demanded quality

fail and smile

fail and ask,

One more

Conversation that

went into more,

or limbs, Heavy

limbs till light

came in for

One more

one more,

Whatever imagined

“Who would say, that

our ownership

Couldn't

stay?”

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Office

flowers on the

bar

feel like old love,

fugged in clouds

made by routine

newspaper smoke

raised between beer/

coffee

mostly beer

yellow bright,

as

conversation about little,

outside years

exits via bay

windows, into

Street;

moving

work

protest

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Liffey

What is Is,

What is gathered

Repeat Rise

Stand Being

Etc...

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close

there, there,

roar, eyes

closed,

blanket,

above legs,

summer,

on the shelf,

yet to read,

music classic,

barbs, like wheat,

afternoon

outside,

///////////////

green, brown and

no windows

is there, right,

breath, tan lines,

I think

leaves to read,

like soft barbs,  

with no windows,

buildings,

she below, right,

blanket,

still my hands,

///////////////

she is there, right there,  

breath a roar while

eyes are closed,

below the blanket,

tan lines above legs, I  

think summer,

on the shelf are things I have

yet to read, the music is classic,

beneath my hands, soft barbs

like wheat, still the afternoon.

outside, leaves are green, some brown and

buildings have no windows

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Cowper

clouds run the mountain.

Stand the yard,

still young.

future the music,

which has

become present

a regrettable funk

between CDs and a broken iPod.

Yet marriage and kids,

nostalgia

mixed with

reasonability.

still the grass

is warm,

Cider also.

Which is sad...

but steady

“Halcyon on and on”  

becomes blue,

skin tingles

Then forgets

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tired

my mouth is full,

half the dogs

wait for the day,

see

then pity,

the wall,

yet start,

why wrong the

speed.

Not myself but others,

full able

be left my hand

leather. Plastic

with numbers.

little sunrise

or anyone else

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I couldn’t be bothered to say

I ate some of

Your fries,

Not all

they tasted

OK, the place below

Your apartment is

Better and bellow

Your apartment,

But your hangover

Was “Massive”

I considered the

Burger too,

But took the beer

Instead,

I was so hungry

It was Five floors

Up, with no elevator

And you didn’t

Tip

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My book published by Verlag Kunst und Kapitalismus is out now!

You can pick up copies of it in Berlin at ether Saint Georges bookshop in Prenzlauer Berg or Curious Fox in Neukölln.

It is also available on Amazon via BOD (Book on Demand).

BUT I do have some copies left so if your lucky to seeing me on the street or reading at a poetry event hit me up and I’ll see what I can do!

Below are just three out of nine poems that contained in “Not Quite...”

http://kunstundkapitalismus.com/

http://kunstundkapitalismus.com/ft-spurling

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Waiting for the test prints of my first collection of poetry thanks to the fantastic Berlin press Kunts Und Kapitalimus. 

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heartless

find yourself lost on a night before it falls, seeing how you keep pushing mistakes, with knowledge that you’ve won, jaunted anger going ways that come back, pushed with better ways, spilled advise to keep to the line, while your head fits on the block with a smile which makes it sort of worse, up in the morning light, breath cold in the room, winning on the end of it, arguments with the cash that goes, placing resolve to your hands, normality keeping pace, feeling that the victory will get bigger, with populations getting wider,  

voice so fucking loud with a little grit in it

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reiterating

pursuit of my eyes,

which keep bleeding

as they turn to dust,

you learn to lean into

corners, making wax

seem permanent,

I am blind asking you

to get up, maybe help to

a door,

caring enough, that

want of warm air,

while you shake

a skirt, heavy

as wood into the

distance

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morning, midwinter, Rixdorf

things kept, kept destroyed,

tossed or put piles

gather dust, sentimentality;

tickets

outbound for buses covered in

dirt snow, a goodbye for a friend,

crisp packets, hungover cigarettes

shared, back yards on glass,  

looking up,

chipped paint

on old windows, faint music going

from the night before,

bottles of paradise with cuts along the rims

shooting for refunds, cents worth more

than what went down

or spat twisting out

between the space, begging for seconds

longer,

shit in shit out, a collection of age that

keeps gathering, bits lost of meaning

their presence feels on the

hand,

like stones, far broken from

what strength they could carry aside

what they make in a fist to crack,

a moment