Tuesday, March 26, 2013


we drive home
in other directions—snow
like dead confetti


Sunday, March 24, 2013

even everything is almost nothing

so close so almost close so far so
the night smothers us all in snow-soft
the strings stray minutely and wholly into utter dissonance
making decisions, making decisions, busy busy busy
my word, my word
the unfamiliarity
the compression into almost nothing
that contains the universe in embryo
the screensaver green in the back room
you, you think it is a ghost
but it is everything else
falling like leaves backlit
in some cellar faraway
flushed with wild solvents
all these ambients thrashing their last
(all my plans/all my plans

out like little lights



I flush
the fish away
she beats a kettle drum
the kids watch the funeral rites
struck dumb


all quiet on the Preston Front

most vexatiously ill-clad under a car in the snow—Madeleine Shine

the waves onshore make no sound
their energy displacement stifled—
the seabirds do not cry
the fish the wind the sunlight
have no way to know
the proton gradient builds
the periphery cannot hold
nothing is uttered, everything is lost
all energy sucked back in the counter-tsunami
draining far off out there
through holes in the seabed
raining down far below
into caverns that echo only with silence
for even there
no words, no cries, no sounds of waterfalls
nothing now to guide the way
only the collapse of a wave function that could not hold
could not speak
would not


Thursday, March 21, 2013


lay it wholly on small ices in preparation
let its motions cease
splay the members easily though with care
not to mark or damage the outer casing
it has no exact plastron or carapace
though proximal seams may be discerned
have a care for these for they may be easily split
to mar the appearance and quality
the first incision must be through the abdominal sea-wall
to reveal any eggs or splendifera
which must be removed whole
to be replaced later beyond the papering
apply therefore the luxator to break the fixations
or restraining ligaments that bind the genital core
to the aliment and sloop
lift it whole from the bedding
place it in the thoracic cavity: the glans
and intestes, the throat sickness and the urbane follicle
if any vivacity remains it will quickly fade now
as feathers fall from an exploding dove
these congruent diversions are vital
if the operation is to evoke the requisite peppery fluids
if the fields of slow armagnac night are to be elicited
from the brachial cogs and genitives
of the body-slick
now with a dream-snap fold in the limbs to the centre
covering in entirety the 'facial' area in forgiveness
capture them there with folds of brightness
and shattered ropes of culinary grade
do this with assertion and a sorte of nakednesse
brake here the entire organism with slow heat
until he effervesces with blue alacrity
in serving, crack the shell and pour as a solid liquid
into salvers or weighty crocks
as glass or otherwise lead

apply such ritual as is seemly
such is the preparation and the serving of the large shellfish

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

hands like giant falling sheep

[the conditions it fakes/faces
I am your mother
we share the uh mouthhgun the mouthgerm
we/my/I are a chronic anaesthetist
such ungodly aesthete

we may say
we were brought up that
they/we had no end of rats' asses
to choose from

where did you get love from_
it's all very difficult to recall=from (tail.snout)

¿have.you.seen these hands and lands¿
now watch this

over here like a rat
on the head of a captain///capped Anne

sluck sluck sss
evil eye evol
wah and
the brat-floating

off course 2X3 inchmetres

the strange sad thumb trick at the
how it was

[cockled) one is to learn to bagtype to touchdance ¿
on all such keys-oh
when all this outbelled, combing with many incomes of the many marcels and millimarcels

hectopascals of the mouthwater

risebird, uh rise¿¿¿

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

pretty hues ask after all if drugs are the thing

few have knelled and known oh the yellow stir
what and even more
when after all after all
and still after
and sometimes the belief
faraway the furthest the farthest of us
slits itself blooded oh bloodward
how sad and dynamo; how like
a tree once rid
half-ached all over
yr lost/found mind wasn't mine
all it found to find
in it
at dusk-bells to say lakes


Monday, March 04, 2013

the yellow way to Nirvana

Kurt Cobain's lank hair filled
with screams/pixies/trajects
all the air
all the air around
one little girl/boy
hello hello hello hello
don't wish for it
may you live in etc
how many girls in Seattle
would have wished scrawny
wishes for any of so much life
just before?
what is the sound of one hand
thrashing over
the bridge pickup?
think there

nothing now
never mind

spirit umbilical frags all in
the next door noises of love
anyone left smoking?