I being the constant
\nvowel getting fucked by a consonant<\/p>\n
we spent a summer playing
\na violent strand of scrabble
\nno board, reflex movements
\nI still have knuckle scars
\nwhere the nails dug in<\/p>\n
there’s an offbeat aphasia
\nwhen certain words wear thin
\nlike personal pronouns in poetry<\/p>\n
you talk about meta on the bus
\nand sound like a wanker<\/p>\n
the city in summer
\ntastes like hot buses
\nwhen One is bored,
\nOne feigns synaesthesia<\/p>\n
your city is only pretending it can swim,
\nand all the buildings wear arm bands
\nwhat is it like, an hour in the future?<\/p>\n
such low ambitions for time traveling<\/p>\n
I’m only interested in archiving
\neach desultory second
\nso the archive’s only about itself
\nexcept for the seconds which are first and last<\/p>\n
400 seconds before it comes
\nI would like to be informed of the last,
\nT minus 400 seconds
\nto slow my breathing
\n& create the relevant slideshow
\nor maybe just<\/p>\n
stretch each toe
\nto the corners of the earth
\nand marvel at the beauty
\nof the blank screen before me<\/p>\n
\u201d\u0192 (autogoogling and masturbation)<\/p>\n thank god a poem can be a skin – plain sagittal sailing-<\/p>\n last thoughts before sleep include: untitled<\/strong><\/p>\n I forgot the sea air along by the stade some HASTINGS UFO I need some the shipwreck museum but this whole stupid sea and<\/p>\n we need to conserve cum drop glossy I see the lobster cages unbuttoning my shirt \u201d\u0192 queuing and eating I’ll wake up at the back of the world for sure ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong> cum drop glossy I see the lobster cages unbuttoning my shirt By Daisy Lafarge.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":155,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65100","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/155"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65100"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65100\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe zen guide to slipstream an ego:<\/strong><\/p>\n
\ndon’t peel it [implored] not today at least,
\nmaybe – some xylitol tramtrack AM with a thin film
\nover the market like lychees, the bile tells up through
\ncobbles to booted pre-arthritic knees it’s after all<\/p>\n
\nuppers, flax and the elderly
\nrecumbence’s not all it was laid out up to be
\neven horizontal sex: my ideal weight
\nhas never been
\nthat of another
\non
\ntop of me<\/p>\n
\nis a terrible coiffeuse
\nand gives me sexless
\npinkeye to boot<\/p>\n
\nmeringue shell waves
\nare crushing each other,
\nhousewives in training.<\/p>\n
\n& PARANORMAL
\nRESEARCH
\nCOMMITTEE
\non apposite A4
\n5PM weds,
\ncome for a pint<\/p>\n
\ndirection RE:
\nmy career
\nin haunting<\/p>\n
\nis a great spot to yearn<\/p>\n
\nis the lemon meringue pie
\nI made for our Last Supper<\/p>\n
\nthe shortcrust seabed
\nfrom gentrification<\/p>\n
\nthe rows of dead fish
\ntalk dirty about herbs<\/p>\n
\nand think \u2018apotropaic’
\ntell me, how would you tell the nets
\nabout art history?<\/p>\n
\nto the song in the arcade
\n~
\nboys beuys buoys<\/p>\n
\nuntitled<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nkleptomanic raisins,
\nI conclude that
\nchildhood was a dyad
\nof orange juice or apple
\n& see the checkout woman \u201d\u00a8has a plastered thumb with which \u201d\u00a8
\nshe’ll press the tired from my eyes
\nintra-sockets, snagging on hairs and nerve endings<\/p>\n
\nbut right now
\nthere’s an audible calcium in my bones
\nand the nights sink teeth into scopics<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/486213_628219297192333_917690335_n-300x201.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nDaisy Lafarge<\/strong> studies in Edinburgh having recently returned from the Finnish Taiga, where she was writing and trying to avoid immaculate conception by lingonberry. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications such as HOAX, Ilk, Up<\/em> and The Scrambler<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/04\/486213_628219297192333_917690335_n-420x179.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nthe rows of dead fish
\ntalk dirty about herbs<\/p>\n
\nand think \u2018apotropaic’
\ntell me, how would you tell the nets
\nabout art history?<\/p>\n
\nto the song in the arcade
\n~
\nboys beuys buoys<\/p>\n