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Forms of Divination

By Bobby Parker.

Fake Blood

My crush can walk through walls and finger
books on my shelf leaving slime that smells
like galloping perfume rollercoasters
I sleep with her face


We couldn’t sing it was so loud up
there everybody has a brass instrument
& my see-through grandfather couldn’t open the door
he was shouting other stuff

The Picture I See But Never Saw

If you hold it up
this way you will see God smoking blue and yellow
if you turn it the other way you will see
Satan bending red and black
my mother can’t find it at the moment
but I swear my family can’t eat a thing
they take turns sitting down

Saturday Morning Cartoons

He knocks my parents’ door
I make him wait until The End before I let him in
I don’t tell him what happened he likes the ones
that arrange themselves around us like council estates
laughing eye holes on the floor

Clocks that Fall Off

Don’t pick me up I’ll be okay leave me down here
with your broken keyboard
never tell them what we did in the attic and throw
my impossible gadgets away from the playground
long story short I don’t believe
this is breakfast


Bobby Parker was born in 1982 and lives in Kidderminster, England. Publications include the critically acclaimed experimental books Ghost Town Music and Comberton, both published by The Knives Forks & Spoons Press, with a pamphlet of selected poems due to be published by Holdfire Press later in the year or early 2013. He is currently working on his first novel and a book for children.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Thursday, March 14th, 2013.