Sylvie Hill

HELPING YOU HELPING ME “You’re doing my fucking head in!” remember: it’s what you once said sorting our mess: “I’m gonna tear my bloody eyes out!” Must have been for real: where were they when we met up? Vacant black holes, and where did your irises go? You got still black eyes like a guy […]

I Am Full Of Hang-ups You scared me. Slapped the couch, said: “Yup, it’s time you leave!” And only 18, I remained poised, almost serene Made a call, packed, later that week, Slipped out. Bye Dad. You infuriated me. Acted nonchalant, said: “Too tired to fight, don’t need this, go away!” And only 16, I […]

“No Man, No Love, No Crush (aka Chick With The Big Tits)” That chick with the big tits? Man, she’s pinned you down! You lay flat, prostrated: In London Town. That chick with the big tits? Man, you call that love?! So why lay with all kinds of women? From what do you run? That […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Solitary Soul (Little Death pt. 1) “Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of distress,” said Milan Kundera in Unbearable Lightness of Being. There was chance and fortuity; today two signs: an actor with your shared name in a program watched to make me laugh, […]

Dark Alley Dream Death (Little Death pt. 2) In Tolstoy, Anna Karenina meets Vronsky at the railway station. Anna returns to the train station and throws herself under a train. In Chopin, Madame Pontellier meets Alcée Arobin, he teaches her to swim. Madame Pontellier returns to Grand Isle ocean and drowns herself. I am by […]