By CONOR MAXWELL
23 years old
University of Waikato

Hit Control-Zee

Drag discard

wire-framed navigate

I am cancer hard drive

harpsichord cyanide

restore empty

You are the backspace bread crumb

grinded

after every

mistake

You would see

my memory changed{altered}

cleansed

I am star-bleached silk

wound quicksilver pipe

lunar levitant over

olivine basalt

six-point-zero-four times

lighter than Earth

Leather musk

Bound with hair

hardened skin powder

I am Epilogue

Tarred rolling papers

My apocrypha is

watermarked

by your Blue Bourbon overflow

Ground cacao between the pages

Index aged

with mud

           

I am grey matter intoxicate

Battery acid shower cap

Dementia of the

spine

You are bipolar forceps

Marble lacerations

Woodpecker drill metronome

death rattle against

my skull

Red dye Mr Darcy

three-ex-elle

Fashion contortion in my

fishnet asylum

I am screwdriver lobotomy

Neck wine from a

Plexiglass flute

Duke of the scaffold

Four tiers then left

Periscope smiles

scan velvet walls

Thermal body suit

Panic bile

on waxed vinyl floors

Sneakers absent

I am chewed rope

Rusted jaws

A short leash

This poem is part of the TEARAWAY Young Poets feature for National Poetry Day.

The Common Room

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