Sylvie Hill

Too For You I dreamt we went to Bloomsbury like Sylvie Plath and Ted Hughes! Instead of The Lamb up the road it was Bloomsbury Pub, you choose/you chose. I choked: You asked me when I last had sex I didn’t really care for that! You asked me to point to ‘where was South?’ Your […]

Distance The tube stopped They loaded us unto a bus. It was a long journey With no breakfast. Luggage like a baby carriage When I lay it to rest, I’ll be carrying baggage. But I made it: Got a Heathrow salmon sandwhich Changed my pounds and euros into Canadian Hands full, boarded. I stared out […]

I Dream Of Reds I dream you answered the code red My heart swelled, spirit soared when I saw it: “I dream of reds” dude with the bald head I never did forget that. Didn’t have the balls to ask You took me to task I had said I wanted to be a guilty one […]

Laure: The “True Whore” as Muse In a letter to him, she speaks of being liberated by his callousness, as if his cruelty has made her stronger: “I believe in our life together . . . I believe in it the way I believe in everything that brought us together: in the most profound depths […]

“What Else Is There?” by ROYKSOPP It was me on that road But you couldn’t see me Too many lights out, but nowhere near here It was me on that road Still you couldn’t see me And then flashlights and explosions Roads are getting nearer We cover distance but not together I am the storm […]

Muhn (c’est ‘meh’ en français) So it was 13 years since we met He was ‘touched’ But had no emotion and went ‘muhn’ I said “wow, 13 years” and him? He put on a poppy … © Sylvie Hill 2013 Oh! Le mec sans yeux … Photo: Wolf Eyebrows Blog Oh! Les yeux ‘sociopathe’ (taquine)

Olive Tree (Mystery) He said “shut up a minute, You’re always talking” Funny, I could say the same for him, But didn’t, laughing. “Look around,” he said “At the mouths, hear the accents” Bob Marley stretched out on the wall The patrons, guy in Iron Maiden, the bar staff. “Hear the music, look at the […]

Panting Up River, Getting Down With Shitty Creep I think I let you take me because up until that point, you seemed not taken by me. So many times I felt guilty for feeling let down in your company. I distinctly recall stiff hugs, plain-faced Janes by your side. Except that one that wrapped your […]

Rupert Martini Rupert Martini Shaken, not stirred Excitement, provocation, feeling the headbuzz Of a million electrified nights of Fights Hurts, between lovers Kind of shaken, not stirred More settled after the shake Like the beer, bourbon, wine or vodka Placates his Nerves. Rupert Martini Shaken, not stirred Loses the girl, a thrill for a chase […]

THE STORY OF O … my God! (aka The Fuckers Cancelled Motörhead) Beautiful chest Nice, perky tits Great hips Like your lines. Great feet Pretty hands Terrific ass Wise eyes You’re nice. You feel. You’re nuts You’re hot You’re wild. Passionate – Insane – Demanding – Daring me to love. You’re mine. His list: itemized. […]