Monday, 18 January 2016

Thief

i wish i hadn't
done all that I did with you

i wish i had saved
a conversation
or a walking path

now every favourite song of yours
and every gesture
that i give her
feels heavy and stale
under my solar plexus.

you prematurely stole
what was mine to give, and
she feels your breathless fingers
in every delayed
smile.

...

The fault of course,
as you'd insist,
was mine.

Friday, 8 January 2016

Pomegranate

today
my heart split open like a pomegranate
when i hugged you, and whispered
“i miss you”
to your kohl-coloured eyes.

the seeds spilled, staining
your clothes and
i tried to feel every one of them
as they dripped down our touching skin
but only tomorrow, 37000 feet away from
the infinity of your lap,
will today seem real.

you see,
this love
is too heavy;
squeezes the sweat out of my eyes,
squeezes my will until all that remains
are you
me
this sofa
and a lack of shoes.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Post-satire

I'm allowed to make fun of myself, right?

...

ten minutes ago
this piece of paper was blank;
tracks across fresh white.

Saturday, 5 December 2015

Machine Learning Haikus

For Mike and Brendan.

...

society is
linear. "i'm an outlier",
said everyone.

...

neurons recognize
cats! this intelligence is
artificial.

...

kernels of truth in
quadratic parameters;
data lies discreetly.

...

forests echo, steps
down untaken paths; leaves shake
with what could have been.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Street dancing

For Keith and Sidney.

...

Transforming leading constantly mutating center of gravity free electricity caught locally in an arm that breaks in a thousand different places before shattering into motion spinning rotating wildly on the edge of control before subliming to a stop only to break again human made space made human as a function of time and music i can only smile

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Faces

Sometimes, she collects nights
and hangs them by her bedside.
Some days
she wakes up without a face.

He lives on her streets
reads Murakami under her window.
Sometimes he sketches on a corner of the evening
the outline of her shame
reflected onto the blinds of her bedroom
window.

Monday, 23 November 2015

My Unfair Lady

How can Audrey Hepburn
look beautiful after 17 takes,
while all I can do
is keep my teeth clean?