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Marcus Slease

ON A TRAIN TO READING SITTING BACKWARDS

 

 

I wanted to impress

the pirate girl

with my kissing

thought ability

who is the pirate

girl the pirate

girl is on the train

with cut-off jeans

I wanted to hang

upside down

and give her

a blowjob

like the hanged man

in a tarot deck

my hump

my hump

my lovely

lady lumps

 

 

ON A TRAIN FROM READING SITTING FORWARDS

 

 

the pirate girl is no

longer on the train

we are equal

in the complexity

of our gaze

if you paint a person

with house paint

they will live

if you don’t paint

the bottom

of their feet

 

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ON A TRAIN TO BLACKPOOL SITTING BACKWARDS

 

 

I am the wife

of a train

what does it mean

to be human

tipped over

the hair

from my upper lip

is falling

into my mouth

food stains

on library books

stickers on the bananas

everyone in this carriage

has a suitcase

whole milk

and a broomstick

 

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ON A TRAIN FROM BLACKPOOL SITTING FORWARDS

 

 

to appear rational

with the weather

I am building

a house upon

the sand

where is my spade

where is my bucket

if you beat

on the chest

you will hear

a rattle

I don’t mean

to romanticize

I’m in jail again

& sleeping with a jerk

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