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mg class="alignnone wp-image-38913 size-full" src="http://dergreif-online.de/www/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/IMG_9341.jpg" alt="Artwork by Michael Salerno" width="850" height="567" /> Prime/fake Some guy online tells me he’s dying Says it’s been fun but things have just Caught up with him and he’s looking for Someone to hang out with for his last Few days. He doesn’t say what’s killing Him or whether he’s killing himself But it’s clear that he’s sincere and whatever Is happening he’s convinced he’s going to die I ask him for his address and tell him That I’ll go over, not telling him is that Really I think I’ll be able learn something From being close to his death in some way That will make me feel deeper or more Aligned with the sort of work that I want To create that at present I just can’t make What he doesn’t tell me is that he’s in his Prime and somehow with all the fake Profiles and drugs that I use all of this Time I’ve simply been talking to myself

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Makes my hand tremble and spill coffee over My lap. Sweating on the train to work, trying To figure out a way to forget about the nights Until the night feels like the only option again And until whatever we’re trying to do right Now starts to flash its eyes at us again like A webcam model smart enough to know When and who to talk to. I think about your Sweating smiling face in the club last night

Yeezus t-shirt She’s wearing a Yeezus t-shirt. A picture of a skeleton on its knees praying or begging, if there’s a difference. Tonight they feel the same although I couldn’t tell you what I mean by that. Everything I say feels hollow. If I didn’t have to speak or put things into words then all of this would be easier. There’s a truth at my core that feels so obvious but if I turn my attention towards it, it escapes from instantly and becomes almost laughably unobtainable. I can never describe anything that I feel properly. Behind her the city feels like it’s presenting itself or trying to distract me. She’s telling me something about somebody that I don’t know and I’m trying hard not to cry. Thomas Moore’s work has appeared in various publications in the UK, USA, France and Sweden. His first novel, 'A Certain Kind of Light', nominated for a LAMBDA award, was published by Rebel Satori Press. His novella, 'GRAVES' and two poetry collections, 'The Night Is An Empire and 'Skeleton Costumes', have been published by Kiddiepunk. He regularly writes nonfiction and criticism for TheFanzine. He lives in the UK. Related links: www.kiddiepunk.com www.thefanzine.com www.rebelsatoripress.com Above artwork by Michael Salerno (also known as Aspen Michael Taylor) www.michaelsalerno.net