Daniel Sluman

Daniel Sluman

  THE REALISATION   no New York-skyline-moment no dark fumblings smashed pale with ecstasy on the sofa no violets in the morning...
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Daniel Sluman

Daniel Sluman

the slow percussion / of horror starting to tremble & shake / the chairs the thick floorboards wept / the roof dreamt its only dream...

Daniel Sluman

Daniel Sluman

You reel her into your arms / like the most beautiful fish / promises burning through / the bones you suck / peppermint from her tongue / & pull her hard into the linen / of your jacket her lashes curl / & you clench tight can smell / the lake in her hair as her childhood / starts to wind itself up

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