FRESH FACES
Hello there, may I enquire
whether or not you’d like to invest in a face?
I’ve many spare
and can easily make more.
All I charge is interest
in me and what I am about,
and maybe the price of a drink or two.
Interest in what’s behind the face is optional.
Don’t tell, but I’m a swindler, me.
Most of the ingredients for the face come from you anyway
and I get off on making them cheap and selling them on dear.
You can watch as I create it before your very eyes
so fast that you won’t see my sleight of hand.
Hello there, may I enquire
whether or not I can see behind yours?
SLIDE INTO THE DM’S
We do debauchery delightfully,
we delirious delinquents.
We devour desperately
the dingy distasteful disparities of youth
and disgorge disinterestedly the details
of our disgusting truth.
We may malignantly malinger,
we mangled millennials.
We muck-up marvellously
the magnificent muffled moments of presence
and murder mutlifacetedly the magic
of old-fashioned pleasance.
But I digress,
this lovely mess
at times does have its charms.
And what generation since the dawn of time
has not brought its own harms?
Slide into The DMs. By Erin Francis
About the contributor
Erin Frances is a student currently studying at the University of Sydney. In her spare time she enjoys reading with cats, writing, figure skating, and walking her toy poodle.