The sight of tigers enriches our lives
enough to grow them behind bars.
This fantasy’s used in retail.
If he loves you now it’s not like what he
thought love meant
p. latitudes
My breaths are leaking
Graffiti fits.
He puts her in his mouth.
I delete all the misery
the exhausting repetition
a throat removed by magic
The body bosses what mind we live in.
perfume metals the blood
your charms are slimming
your chances
We simplicate things so much
more now
that death’s the ad we’re used to.
de. vast.
stating your ground
The market has been loosed the
nothing is free
All these arguments tear out his hair
he tries to follow but he is too slow
they run off again ahead and pull
knife tricks in the long grass
Sporn demiurges
materiality of dial ect
r. ical
gorge is…..t
transcened
your blood pills
living hand to mouth over fist
Bodies crash into each other at speed, birds
tying to get into each other’s houses.
I risk your thumbnail sliding down aorta.
We don’t kill what we love. We kill our love
when it gets too much, then we try to control
what’s left to produce sensations.
It’s a miracle of modern nature.
de. cr.
ease yr mind
all thistalking makes me crazy
I need some urgent abstr
act
re.spite from moral systems
told as real.
I want a purechasm s culpable
charismatic, sullen & up as
d.
close as sound is
my breath holds.
Somewhere between maths and emotion
we find music.
Stephanie Christie lives in the Waikato. She performs her work and makes it into zines, and has recently been included in Brief and in Landfall. Here is her latest video poetry collaboration: http://vimeo.com/30967191. She is interested in tactile language, abstraction and feelings.