Moon songs in velvet
landscapes, a faint silver glow
flourishes through mist.


Geoffroy de Boismenu

Letters and Hazed Splendour 

Reminders as brittle as trust issues fickle.
Undeserving feelings perpetually disintegrating 
purpose from my fingertips - unnecessary.
Burning off my markings upon ashtrays untouched
by embers, lips quivering still from the initial taste
smouldering at the edge of that matchstick thigh scar; 
kiss upon pale, surfaces rippling with warm shivers. 
Sun shattering through windows, curtains folded back,
refractions hazed in muted light, shadows exaggerated 
through archways built by cotton. A canvas flickers
across our bones, euphoric summer blur
swaying dreamily in the airs of golden alyssum.
Loss in wonder, denial flooding through mind - 
those days faded in longing gazes, sadness gathered
with dust and deciduous bloom by your doorway.

Today, I loved you in the heat of moments tidal.
Letters folded back against my hands, papercuts
flushed with ink-poisoning, bound to fragment
remarks of past seasons warmer than any memory.
Keep me by your windowsill, images overexposed
scorched pupils narrowed over sweet notions
as poetic impossibilities, trembling upon last lines.
Smudged mistakes and overplayed anecdotes - 
a loss of breath between paragraphs broken up
by illustrations of some other, softer eternity.
Scraping teeth on ceramic shards of cold coffee.
Forgetful of all things unnamed, scratched records
caught in repetitious failings; learning to swim 
in an open ocean, all things distant in horizons unclear.
When will such despair allow me to float?

A stressful noise track I composed today. 

A bad cover of one of my favourite Carissa’s Wierd songs. (Sorry)


polaroids, back in tokyo. 

I’m sitting here thinking of all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you because we grew up together. You helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know, there will be a piece of you in me always. And I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end.
Her, dir. Spike Jonze