Two Poems by Always Thomas

Dot Com

Anticipation licks my ears
We’re making love again.
Bound by the silver frame
Focused on its image.

Where do I begin?
I download a rush so heightened it blinds me.
The back of a hand falls gently to the bed
A web of veins pulse like a burning circuitboard.
My battery, temporarily, fried.

There’s an elegance to it
My beautifully predictable glitch.
Celebrating the innocuous nature of the thought
Casting a suspicious eye at the recurrence of my desire.
Killing me with its wit.

I’m so alone in these hazy days
Painting faces on my rock.
Choosing who and when to move
Shutting out the light.


Show Me How to Make Time for You

I run, vanilla cola
Across your shoulder, I come
Back into your room
Show me how to make time for you
An elevator to your neck
I cut the wires and drive
Past your open gaze
Show me how to make time for you
A heavyset lie, swollen
Trapped inside short notice
Glowing scorched-earth red
Show me how to make time for you
Vanilla cola, I try
Like I don’t know better
To fall between camps
Show me how to make time for you
Envy bent, over my hood
Driving like rational fear
Curling fallen leaves
Show me how to make time for you
Open-ended questions
Silkily delivered
Through strands of wet breath
Show me how to make time for you
I run, vanilla cola
Over tapered love, only
As I hope you’ll follow
Show me how to make time for you

 

Always Thomas is a writer and performance artist from Newcastle upon Tyne. You can find him on Twitter: @AlwaysThomasUK

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