Eat my city


Shred my city
In love, like ridiculous heart bursts of it
Rain flowers
Make every chicken day glo orange
Irradiate the skies electric blue
Flavoring the rivers aeroplane jelly red
It could be grape too – I wouldn’t mind!
Let’s bathe in choucroute
Make moustaches out of flames
We’re melting! We’re melting!
I’m a fool for your love baby
A god damn fool.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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