...AND IN THE FOLLOWING INTERNET MAGS

The Exquisite Corpse; Ygdrasil; Poetry Life and Times; Panic Brixton; Aha! Poetry

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'HEAVENLY PERFECTION'

what if I followed the lines on my hands with a
knife? really tried very pricisely to do
one thing to its heavenly perfection...

I am not like you
or the birds,
or the animals and trees
I am not like any of you
not even not even

I am not like your friends
your enemies, not like your parents
(I am tired of myself so don�t want to see I for the
rest of this ungodly poem)
lacking connection with self
making a pact with grey
crying swans
to hear these things
push the hearing overstep
terrify the angels

then go
fuck off
there�s enough
here
for a
step
by
step
drag of
several large
painful
ingrown crystals

'O, SUCH LOVE'

I feel like it�s you your friends your family
your life against mine to take mine
I don�t have one it�s quite easy
all life against one life to destroy
with logic and love and terror

but I decided not to listen to the whisperings
of talented bitches
to each humingbird and their paralysed tune,
these grey eyes hope to catch some good
from a sky which no one sees anymore
all the eyes-cataracts

bring me your cats and dogs
leave them to rot here
they�ll manage somehow
and blind shitless we�ll stir ourselves
into a fantastic stew � enjoy from a
panoramic view

'THE SHEPHERD'

they had nothing to say,
great,
I will spend as long as I need
staring into wordless eyes �
instincts �

there is no mystery
or questions that recycle,
only a gentle change
from light to dark to light,
from line to line �

I think you are mistaken
if you think that life owes you
or God owes you, if you
think that your thoughts
are worth pursuing

'THE DEATH OF A TOURIST'

tigermouth sun eating unfortunates
my God my sun I�m always moving
with everyone but stop working
and watch barren fields
turning from yellow to black
and from black to gold eventually
and if I am depressed
feed me to the crows
while I am happy
there are no stars in the sky as
I keep them in my pocket for good luck

'WHEN I WERE WITH YA'

I felt protective
I�m a calm
fella (thrilla)
you know me
but I felt
one wrong move
toward you
I replace the
flowing words
with the flowing gun
from Mike Stipe
to Mike Tyson
for ya (la la)
when I were with
ya

so when ya
say
I never
ya shoulda
heard my
threats
baby girl
ya shoulda
heard how
I put ya up
with the
gods (gods)

I played the
jealous tune
for my baby
girl to
realise
what you meant
to the
small town
poet
living with
his small town
mind peasant
genia born a
peasant die a
peasant

'DREAMWORLD'

it took me at least
two weeks to post two short stories
I�d really love to be one of those
miserable philosophers
sitting around
but I�d have to get paid

so anyway I get to the post office
and it�s open but there�s a long queue
and as usual there�s someone
who starts moaning to me
maybe it�s my face
I seem to attract these people

so she talked and talked
but after a while I
didn�t really hear her
my head nodding my voice agreeing
but my mind somewhere else
in dreamworld where everything is possible
and no matter how naive I�ve been in the past
this world still exists for me in times of banality
and in dreamworld there is no need for philosophy
nobody�s asking why or when or how
it just is and it�s wonderful

I got the coupons (finally)
put them in the envelopes
no kissing envelopes no prayers
sealed them
put them through the flap

'O'

O
they get dressed up
they perfect their smiles
they laugh and laugh
until it sounds holistic
their eyes say
yes I�m interested
they are not

O
this one likes me
but I want the one
with the special killer hit

O
they are so fucking experienced
in everything but the truth

'A GOOD WATCH MEAL'

he had clothespin in his hair
he bought two yoghurts
and he poured three sugars
in each yoghurt three sugars
then carefully
loaded spoon after spoon
then licked the spoon

behind him
father and son
both with ponytails

� Bogdan Tiganov

'UPSTAIRS'

I hear them fucking upstairs
moaning like in the movies
it doesn�t last long
I know what they look like
they speed off to work in the morning
they listen to Radiohead
they were young a few years ago
now on the way to middle age
they must be poor
if they�re living in a place like this
I have a Reservoir Dogs poster
they�ve stopped fucking
that�s the end
let�s move onto sleep

� Bogdan Tiganov
Reproduced with permission

'UNEMPLOYED'

I swear
I�d lick
dog crap off the streets

'UNTITLED'

I�d like you to know
that if these words don�t batter you
I�m not doing my job
but hopefully
I�ll know it before you do
like the splashing rain Jesus tears
like the invisible bomb
around your neck

� Bogdan Tiganov