Image © Alex Highet 2015
|by Tom Minogue
|November 2, 2015
Yesterday you were a samurai in drag,
today a priest counting acts of charity.
The bus driver who picked me up
from the train station asked if you
could return that piece of his soul
ambling toward confession.
Staring at the kelp beds on the rocks
when the optics twist, and your request
for a dick pic was obliged. You were the first
recipient and I’m honored in mock heroic style.
There are so many different flavors of cola,
even diet’s too sweet. The internet might be
forever so you can always thieve a look
at tides you’ve given and take away.
Tom Minogue fell asleep on the bullet train to Hokkaido and woke up in San Angelo, Texas. He has been an Air Force sergeant, retirement community lifeguard, and disaffected barista. He resides in St. Andrews, Scotland, where he’s recently completed a chapbook called When the Howling Quits We’ll Still Have the Moon. Drop him mixtape suggestions at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Alex Highet has been making collages as prizes for monthly open-mic Uke Boogie (now in Berlin, Edinburgh and Sligo) for seven years, and realised in 2015 it’s time to take it as very serious fun. He has been massaging human bodies professionally for the same amount of time. His musical project, We’re Only Made Of Snow, released a self-titled EP this year, and can be found doing solo and full band shows regularly in Berlin. Alex hasn’t won any awards, but regularly rewards himself gold stars for successes such as leaving the house or flirting with hot boys. He will have a collage exhibition running in December in Neukölln.