Stripes & Bruises:

April 22, 2011 § Leave a comment

a dream in which I was peering through a window and into a mirror on the opposite wall, and nothing appeared but the window, and all inside of it

I was not inside of it

oh, windowframe, you know me better than I know colour

nothing and no one but Noah can save me now- I believe he stopped saving things after the first flood

and even Spike has given me something this morning

I should be reading Arnold, and writing down ‘truths’ about it, and not letting the sun nuzzle in

through my window

the one that doesn’t count

has it ever?

I have been dripping like water from a cracked pot for a lifetime (of pots, dripping, waiting around) and Victorians make me feel impatient

by way of my prelude, I give you water

take it:

the clementines have melted on the sill. I told you not to leave them sitting there.

And then:

April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

twice, i must remember who she is
whom i want her to [scratch that]

it’s like this:
and it goes as such

nothing is more formal than hurt, and de-sex

wears a suit, the size of my uncle’s round the chest

swear word of the east


April 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

a poem about a boy in short trousers on the tiles
the word ‘weather’ sinks the crack
back into the wall
no Shame is his
diving right into sentences
he’s not wanted there
but you’d miss him if he took after his mother
and went to Tunis for sunshine, only
a week to this day
raining on the greyest paper parade in town
banners in the wind
drunks beyond the watching
right where he’s not wanted
in the midst of it all
middle being conclude, conclude the world
as one knows it, not many
just one

Jacks: all of them

April 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

of hearts, hears

I wish I was free”

and tossed out, like a child into the pop-red summer

dog flopping street

i’ve been baking you alive, twice
enjoying the piano casket open

and the wide dirt road swallowing-

if ever i

What I Want The Noo

April 1, 2011 § 2 Comments

i want to travel where there are multi darknesses in the eyes of the people where i travel

dark things

where not only love is all maroon- children choking on their supper, hot air balloon sky, blood, nonsense, advertising, a man in a maroon raincoat (it never rains here)

here it never rains

that’s what i want

that, and albert

when i’m sick, things change, i have these dreams about things i don’t want, most of the time

things i don’t want become the things i do, my tonsils at large with the moon

this, and albert

Where Am I?

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