‘the atomic composition of the seeming solid’ by Shane Hollands
My favourite ‘Urbis street crossings’
made me laugh
you’re – you seem to be a free spirit Shane
I’m too scared of tragedy, but suck it up like a lemon anyway
hardship and solitude
in-between sudden bursts of intent
I can see you in your poems like I remember you at Poetry Live, but you won’t remember me
I had my head firmly shoved right up my arse, but I like strangers
they are non threatening and don’t stick around
a much nicer interlude
the first time I saw you in Freaky Meat in Titirangi, I really watched you
your sidelong glances around the room from under your mic
I’m always enthralled with mystery; what I don’t know or understand
like a banshee sponge living off a melody
you inspire me. I wonder if women can do it too? Wander aimlesslike without getting fucked over
leave a mark instead of a scar
I know a lot of people like you and I feel like an imposter
a fraud and sometimes a piece of meat
Freaky
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