csb:
January 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
c’est si bon
c’est si bon
c’est si bon!
aurelie?
fingers like water run
swiftly
aurelie
back like a kitten
stalking
aurelie
one eye open like a blood
diamond
aurelie
c’est si bon
At odds?
January 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
love and linseed oil
are both taken with potatoes
women and cats
are not birds of a feather, for one
eats them, the other
feeds them
men and mice
are a far cry from
each other. one being feared by women, and
the other,
feared only in winter
when no
fire
warms the heart and
heat come only
from
the hands
January 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
To commit to disappointment is to bind your foot in flaxseed oil.
Awa’, as they would say where he comes from. Awa’.
‘Ma mither n’er had any o’ that.’
Neither did mine Robert. And she was the worst for it.
le poète semble:
January 5, 2012 § Leave a comment
baissés. en fait,
il écrit
le monde sur la crête
d’une montagne
d’or
le ciel d’encre noir
crache bas
le ciel crache sur lui
une nuit soudaine, vient
avec un bang! l’écran de fumée
devant ses yeux
et les mots, comme des étoiles
entrez les nuages.
où sont les murs, que
nous devons
où?
correspondence:
January 4, 2012 § Leave a comment
She writes the best letters. all stuck down
with rose tape and containing pictures
of Romans on penny farthings
flattened lollipops that ooze over unyoung
openings: dear katja, dear michael.
on one hand
there’s the markings of old biro
where it leaked between her middle
and forefingers. cuticles splashing in
an inky grave; wrinkles nurse
words dyed into folds on folds.
wrist frowning, veins ski down knuckle
mountains
on the other
there’s the thumb. always holding
dog-ears down, traceing line after line
of narration in wiry righthand
pushing creases into letter-centres
hunting for blunders under Private Eagle Eye
the Third.
Enter here:
water, hallmark, white zenith of word height
known. signed and signed again,
to and from. clean-cut replacement-
her realtime iron
curtain