Entries By FTS
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despite
well the year on, so the sound of cars away from my windows,
there is time for what we see as a break away,
summer ends, air that’s nothing like the joy of formal times
Posted By FTS On 09.18.2012 @ 2:25 pm
architecture
the breaking of it looking like it falls up flat, arms almost like tourists in the distance float across the city, there is light
but the base about is after time fading occurs around the glory, still sitting there paining for old sounds and the way there heard
Posted By FTS On 05.30.2012 @ 6:23 am
lantern
sending form of the usual tired and dragged, to what is
back, and so there will be a distant distant casting of consideration,
ah the shape takes place and deepening of static is gained
Posted By FTS On 03.01.2012 @ 12:16 pm
stem
with air of light sticking on pillows, smell of temporarily reversed sentiment
white of chin, falling of freckles, dust of mornings,
who’s silent spit, dry lips and soft legs unseen
Posted By FTS On 07.06.2011 @ 2:53 am
wander
so the air touches the pavement, a background in night,
slight passing by,
sliding of an automatic door,
choked among breaths,
sweet accidental smells shake with bass
Posted By FTS On 03.15.2011 @ 5:51 am
tangle
give to what is unseen, my sushi is gone, move over a bit,
I’d like some more water, and a cloth to wipe the spilt,
snow is falling into the Liffey at an increasing rate, a bottle of whisky, gone cheap
nearly Christmas again
Posted By FTS On 02.17.2011 @ 2:42 pm
give to what is unseen, my sushi is gone, move over a bit,
I’d like some more water, and a cloth to wipe the spilt,
snow is falling into the Liffey at an increasing rate, a bottle of whisky, gone cheep
nearly Christmas again
Posted By FTS On 02.17.2011 @ 2:39 pm
pawn
blue veins on forearm soft. only afforded touch, years after and now still turn,
you have quit smoking, and I can not stand this sun,
a brass player bends to his shadow
Posted By FTS On 07.04.2010 @ 10:47 am
trend
On the crux, this is not so, yeah I’ll smoke them on the beaches
this morning again 6 years ago. Burned sun over now built tower blocks
Posted By FTS On 06.30.2010 @ 5:18 pm
bleach
oh please please baby, just leave me down, I’ve done so much and its more now than gone
please please baby
Posted By FTS On 06.21.2010 @ 4:37 pm
without
finding that the breaks don’t work, sun has just left the break, an eking of the heart, my legs are wrecked, exhausted
Posted By FTS On 06.19.2010 @ 4:47 am
smiles
looking down into the beach red rust on the pipe,
blue, over white, 20s skin,
the sand sticks on feet, I will not enter the water
Posted By FTS On 06.13.2010 @ 4:38 am
train
passing, snow, heavy, quite stoned, Christmas lights reflect,
orange tinged firmament, breathe, work is done
1 A.M.
Posted By FTS On 05.31.2010 @ 3:52 pm
castaway
tells me that ears are open, obviously, -mine burn in the light months later- but keeping shut now in distance makes a hopeful sense, daft romantic
Posted By FTS On 04.19.2010 @ 5:35 pm
withheld
the action forgot, nothing else,
there is ice on the road, buses shut near two days,
in quick, warm cheap whiskey, all forgot how to walk,
shuddering on my shoulder
Posted By FTS On 05.10.2010 @ 5:52 pm
chained
torn down by this, “yeah ok so” but no I never actually told you at any stage,
ahh my idiot heart, thought it never was for this sort of shit, but wrong was my mind,
confusion is exactly what was expected but took such, and now I see thoughtless mornings
with miles and time and nothing between both us standing between both of yr eyes
Posted By FTS On 05.04.2010 @ 6:37 pm
coaster
sopping the drip- cream turns black-
skinny, red haired counter top affection over shrapnel, for bloody months now, typical
the door keeps swinging, rain cigarette over cigarette unfiltered
Posted By FTS On 04.15.2010 @ 5:29 pm
subway
the smell is the hit almost like an ice rink, -at night- more profound
blank air filed in constantly with living ghosts
those that wait get where the morning was
Posted By FTS On 04.14.2010 @ 5:10 pm
labor
up at the snap of night
sometimes you lose yr hands before work
to be found at four AM holding cigarettes
eating nothing as sun stumbles over the second plant stacks
Posted By FTS On 03.11.2010 @ 4:26 am
keychain
veins
Cant see them, her eyes closed
Mine open, in case maybe something is missed
but I know that’s not the case its there, the immediate
Posted By FTS On 03.19.2010 @ 9:59 am
roll
raps the filter as the tram halts
flake of leaf on the tongue sticking
remembers that she’s wearing the blue tights
Posted By FTS On 03.24.2010 @ 5:37 pm
adapt
the dawn breaks over her bed end, in the next room someone is playing the zombies,
smiles as the dusk comes in, the zombies are on again.
another morning more hungover. no music from the other room.
Posted By FTS On 02.12.2010 @ 7:19 am
keys
well open it
but shit, i’ve for- got them
keep on trying anyway,
bound to be under the mat
or in the back seat ashtray
maybe.
Posted By FTS On 02.09.2010 @ 7:00 am
