12612 red quartet 3

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10612 red quartet 1

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ROXII removes
boots and socks
drives away

8612

our train driver
naked and suspended she jerks with pleasure
our fares paid by installment

7612

the weight of the years
the next big pie
we propose a towel

6612

natural fibres
the last brush of heat
below her mother's height

5612 zine available from @stickyinstitute

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The Walk Home a Season Creep Zine 

4612

runs nowhere to succeed and escape
the diminishing threat of vowels
she eyes her black PRSHE

3612

day concedes
the night fails to speak
we are as one alone

2612

silence on glass
the sky
has windows 

1612

the chill beyond lace
an approximation of love
I am here again

31512

a wild hill
we sit in darkness
above the tide

30512

empty cups
cue music
her pale voice in a mirror

29512

suburban cream brick
three ducks on a wall
she dribbles him

28512

i read her skin
the flowers on a wrist
the barbs on her arms

27512

idle morning showers
the warmth of her seat
my pillow my lover

26512

Gwen Stefani sings a break up song
a man whistles
another tune

25512

she drives a white truck
paper thin
against the sun

24512

pop song supermarket
bikinis on magazine covers -
we wear black on the outside

23512

across my smooth head
her blow
dryer

22512

dreaming thoughts

i disguise
her points of interest

21512

music lost
in sleep
a babble of words

20512

lounge music
white dots
on blood red fluffy dice

19512

tied to the bed
and presented at court -
her lotus year

18512

she talks
retro drum machines
with wonderful eyes

17512

the rhythms of rain
again
my companion

16512

cropped blonde leans
back of black leather
into her hirsute boyfriend

15512

black painted
toenails on bare
red velvet seat

14512

at the book club
her Betty Page
bangs

13512+

mother's day
night I walk the aisles
of a supermarket

13512

after colour
she waters her lawn
in a floral bikini

12512

before colour

her clothes

hang on hooks

11512

easing to night
the day declines

10512

the sky decays
and rains polka dots
on to her fresh white top

9512

a face in
the sweep of the clouds
erased

8512

she he kiss
and on the  big screen
country music

7512

blue jeans and black beret
a yellow skull
inked across her chest

6512

dark magenta hair

over purple gown

and pale skin

5512

she leans a cheek
against the cold face
of the moon 

3512

pre-dawn rain
our bed
warm as her hands

27412

the call of frogs
the height of her flesh
the smell of night

24412

rain on the window
and in song

22412

her slim lines
on thin tyres
cycles by

20412

the rain
starts quietly
and builds

19412

palm out
a hand over her face
the sun shines in

15412

to bed early
to retreat
from consciousness

14412

after work
thoughts
and footsteps

13412

today
she wears blue jeans -
he's riding her home

12412

i saw my neighbour's eyes
through her kitchen window -
now she leaves the curtain down

11412

tonight
I saw my neighbour's eyes
through a window

10412

over strings
the sound of rain
returns

9412

romantic music
the softest applause
for the man, his horse and the whip

8412

roxy
swings her hips
at the back of the big top

7412

music ends
a clock
ticks

6412

she slides
on top of me
I am face down

5412

she returns
from the shops
with more beauty

4412

bookshop girl
so slim
the black skirt

3412

I dream of us
and wake
beside my wife

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silent from this distance
children run through the park
with their coach

24312

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clear blue sky
jet black dress
on flat pale skin

19312

in mauve top and grey tracky daks
she washes his
white van

18312

front and back
doors open
the sound of rain  returns

16312

she hands me her dog
in a snuff box

15312

tank top white
polka dots on navy skirt
her left arm colourful

10312

ordering chicken
his right hand
grips her neck

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5312

waitresses
thinner
than their customers

4312

crowded train
I jot -
commuters look concerned

a season creep zine

#4

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and at the Sticky Institute for free

In Train a Season Creep Zine

3312

the windy night
roams through my home
a drunken guest

2312

her fur on -
I touch her warmth
as we shop

1312

the distance to the sky -
we drive an hour
towards rain

25212

my computer broken
I wake full bodied
3 times a night

23212

bigger
than her frame suggests -
polite applause

22212

her hazel eyes
follow a younger woman's
tight grey skirt

21212

Jodi Phillis
of The Clouds
Corner Hotel, 12212

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