A.L Wales, Author at The Orbital

14May

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21 candles

i wanted to call in sick that night because i am sentimental still birthdays carry the ghost of the child i was & the ways my parents loved me like opening chords & yolks overeasy maple haloing angel cake the time it takes to wrap a bike in patterned p...

7Dec

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ET EGO BRUT

REBUTTAL I remember you magenta and idle, hiding in plain sight a fidget of rats in a man-suit. Did you not think I would notice? You tremble in polyester and I have no pity for the moths like you - they know what it is they do I imagine you taut and xeroxed stretched out on linoleum your saline drip defunct chewing on consonants like coaxial cables your world in laminate left-slant font

16Oct

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I Do Not Write Love Poetry

but memoirs on your arcs pilings of tobacco peppered question marks morning it is raining paraoxysms from my crown wordlessly you pour for me tempers tremors now dusk I am awake again here another drought I silhouette your body softly smoke you out Photo credits: Photo by Robert Ruggiero on Unsplash

16Oct

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Gutter Talk

early mornings in plettenberg bay five am & the sun was not yet high but it was warm still and bright plett sun is a different breed rich was by my side back then & red flocks flew west when they heard that laugh hingeless & hungered & hollering oorah those ears car doors on a sedan in midsummer left open to cool him down I was in Kensington when he next called midday my time midnight his I heard the tik screech through his jangled mind & lacerate his words discordant until the teakettle boiled into a goodbye & the smack of bone on tile it was a sickening sound at night I dream of africa the waves smash against my mind & the moon is still not high ...