the full moon and the full moon with the fur lined mouth
\nthe coral reef ripped by fins off the coast of Japan
\nthe green eye leering through the green grass the exclamation
\nmark on the killer whale the twerking seal the queen of colorado<\/p>\n
scarlett johansson eating a salad (red pepper garlic avocado)
\nthe fountain of jennifer twinkling in the apple light
\nthe monsoon emptying babies from my rain-boots
\nthe vegetable boy crying by the onion rack<\/p>\n
the monk counting the snowflakes in the snow, I
\nstanding in the cobweb watching the light change
\nthe fifth and first movement of the charlie wave
\nthe acid flushed city girl my neon fingers brushing her neon thigh<\/p>\n
I never saw the trees
\nI never wanted to see the trees.<\/p>\n
A + E<\/strong><\/p>\n for Emily<\/em><\/p>\n Stay away from my sister. Stay away from my pea soup. from<\/em> the heartbreaking collapse of the pound <\/strong><\/p>\n V<\/em><\/p>\n today at the paddling pool by the kino said a scrapheap of lurid images would not be enough Ezra’s beard was starry and mystical but the beaches leaches sucked the pink from the sky The hallway of permanent creation The time that the clock says it is. The time that the clock says it isn’t. Federica walking backwards through the aviary wearing only gloves. All of these images I lay at your feet.<\/p>\n ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong> Broken into pieces by spies. Do you know my sister? By Charlie Baylis<\/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-81434","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81434","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=81434"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81434\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81434"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81434"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81434"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nLife is easy when you live alone. My little sister says.
\nShe lives in a castle, chews the sun like chewing gum.
\nDo you like my sister? You can kiss her at the bus stop.
\nMy nose is turning green. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
\nTake her home to Arlene. Marry her to a frog –
\nif a blonde prince waits. Do you know when to stop?
\nStop a second before she says stop \u2013 her bedroom window
\nripples to let rain in, each drop becomes larger in my mind.
\nBroken into pieces by spies. Do you know my sister?
\nWhat is it you want with her? Amber spring showers.
\nRevolution is a recipe we can’t win. A hole haunts my bathtub of gin.
\nWhen I was a boy I pretended to drown every time
\nmy pearly toe blue a swimming pool. I want to sigh a kite.
\nFor the past three nights I’ve been sleeping in A + E.
\nElectricity has made a mess of me. Fold away my map
\nof Emily. I do not need her. Every face that flickers
\nbriefly on my screen reminds me so sweetly of my sister.
\nThe moment her hair spilled out into yellow flowers. <\/p>\n
\nEzra spoke to me said red
\nwas just a shade of red said
\nthe mountains were not where I would find the mountains<\/p>\n
\nto light a lantern’s promise <\/p>\n
\nwe bathed on had been bled to death <\/p>\n
\nand at night I had to sink a whole ship of cocaine
\njust to escape this loneliness.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nThe purple skittle on the hipster’s head.
\nThe yellow ball of fear pulsating to the music of the spheres.
\nThe salt and vinegar crisp packet emptying and then filling. Endlessly.
\nThe Himalayan mountain stuffed with soft toys and bubblegum.<\/p>\n
\nJenny X moaning through the morning mist. Jenny X panting on the colour-wheel.
\nTemperamental angels, the sanctity of sound.
\nK the blue letter, K the green letter, K the red letter.<\/p>\n
\nLilia untying the stillness of the statues. Elizabeth dipping a toe in the water.
\nPink Lucozade splashed on my tongue, my teeth, my dorsal veins.
\nThe hot section, the cold section, the death section.<\/p>\n![\"charliebaylis\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/charliebaylis.jpg\")
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\nCharlie Baylis<\/b> was born in Nottingham. His critical writing has been published in Stride, Neon<\/em> and Sabotage Reviews<\/em>. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes, the Forward Prize and the Queen \u00b4s Ferry Press \u00b4s Best Small Fictions. He was (very briefly) a flash fiction editor for Litro<\/em>. He has published two pamphlets Elizabeth (agave press)<\/a> and Hilda Doolittle \u00b4s Carl Jung T-shirt (erbacce)<\/a>. He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"baylis\"](\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/baylis-420x179.jpg\")
<\/p>\n
\nWhat is it you want with her? Amber spring showers.
\nRevolution is a recipe we can’t win. A hole haunts my bathtub of gin.
\nWhen I was a boy I pretended to drown every time
\nmy pearly toe blue a swimming pool. I want to sigh a kite.
\nFor the past three nights I’ve been sleeping in A + E.
\nElectricity has made a mess of me.<\/p>\n