Tag Archives: Daniel Sluman

prayer

the long night presses over my hands                                     at the sink             bowls clatter under water & the brittle light from the stars             burns through the darkness                         a ketchup-smear coagulates                                     & splits off the saucepan             spiralling down the drain-hole’s milky eye             when … Continue reading

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bath

            an oval of grey water laps around the sides of the tub             & the midday sun peers through the half-opened window             watching your elbow dig into my hip in rhythm             with the scraping of the extractor fan’s blades             the droplets … Continue reading

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dirt

the smell of freshly turned earth when we wake             & the groan of machinery outside                         moving mounds of silt from one end of the lot to the other             clearing slabs of chalk                         that jut from the topsoil                                     of the town’s … Continue reading

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people like us

                                    one of us is always appearing                                                 to the other                         in a scribbled haze of cigarette smoke                                                 used pill-packets spread                                     like sunlight over the sofa                                     5mg of diazepam drifting                                                 through my body                                                             like rain                         in your hand             a bloody scrap of … Continue reading

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tomorrow

as if the working of this body is a religion we must pray towards             when it breaks the impact is doubled the pain it draws inside us & the failure it represents             the blood you leak over the toilet the … Continue reading

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