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Lawrence Machin

Lawrence Machin

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Dulled Senses

yes, I do look at my own reflectio
a lot
enough to say it’s a little odd
but in a city this size
it’s always good

So Sits a Mechanical Boy

So sits a mechanical boy,
Gathering dust on a Promethean sh
Rusted at heart,
He’s falling apart,
Amidst none but the past and himse

Appetite

The human heart
is perfectly edible
delicious, in fact
if you pick out
the grit,


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My Bright Black Dream

The dream paints for me an old cli
Losing his battle with the sea,
And upon the cliff stands,
Well,
There stands me.

Woodland

I saw her autumn in her eyes,
She saw winter in me.
Nonetheless we each saw a forest,
Same place, different time.
Deepest ember staring at hardest f

Dying out, dying down

I catch the remaining embers now,
Identical to eachother in total fu
Except for the little constellatio
I burn into each palm with my dyin
A map, a code, the notes to the so

Unwelcome distraction

I will not countenance these thing
Such things that swim in my vision
Static and memories vibrate togeth
Offering the noise of that which i
But see i do, and i know it well e

Where are you

The lady that made me
doesn’t remember
Mum’s the word
Word’s a shadow
I was measured against you

Frustration

She leads the dance
each turn and twist,
we face to bow
and she breaks my wrist
Though hand in your hand

Pre-Tablets Era

sometimes in the night,
it snaps and creaks,
the joints of the shadow
that preys on me.
The noise, how it worsens,

Weekends

In these earliest hours of the mor
A smile creeps across my face
Might i have been elsewhere dreami
Heaving my favourite jumper upon m
Unto the breach once more old frie

Schrodinger’s kittens

They knew one was dead
Because of how it had stretched ou
Both froze,
But one warmed back up when carrie
Swept off as if by a valkyrie, to

Moomin

I cut my hair short
Because she liked it long
I’ll feign interest in the very wo
If she hated the song
It’s not my choice, not leaving th

Still Drunk at Five

Still drunk at five,
And the world becomes mine,
An upstroke to insomnia?
Or perhaps just the wine?
To sing with the birds,


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Business as usual

One by one they applauded eachothe
For what they had to say
They stood and presented themselve
Barely permeating the delerium of
That existed as the room itself

Passing Along

She had died
in everyone’s mind but mine,
yet still they buried her;
That,
I find unfair.

Beginning

Today began a fire in me
A noble and ambitious beast
That dwells within my gut
Admittedly, yes
It hurt like fuck

Crawl

Neatly the shade creeps up the sta
And at the click of one’s fingers
I’m ruined
Neither haunts nor scorn, but rath
Ignore me

Have Your Moment

Someone, somewhere,
That someone, somewhere knows–
It is reported that they died toda
Through war
Or work

An Ode to a Heart Like Mine

The beauty of you
Is evident deep within
I found it in my heart, amongst th
A pearl of clean, evident truth,
That i never need anything from yo

Defiant

And thus, I stand alone,
Though beaten I am, and so sore,
I scratch, bite, and maim, with
All primal tooth and claw,
But my lady of dreams,

Some Poems Make Me Unwell

the grenade in my heart does not e
No more than a dud, I hear
The empty ‘thud’
And now here bent double
I’m simply vomiting blood.

Just (About) Married

My companion,
My happy burden,
That walks with me now
And ten years ago all at once.
Once, my husband;

last man on earth

it’s disturbingly easily,
to become the last man on earth;
waking up in darkness,
only to let darkness lay you down
the sun becomes a paltry distracti

Plans This Evening

All they would want from you
Is a fag,
Until they decide that you
Look like one.
On Park Street, the street itself

As you were

For a few years now I have preten
I’ve walked through walls,
Haunted grey halls,
Sank through floors like i used to
I was adept at disappearance,

Items Collected at Five in The Morning

A beautiful world view
Whilst there was none to share it
Was still mine.
And thus I did cherish it as mine
The light of day that once belonge

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