(this takes only a moment
but gives you increased capabilities)
if the grain is kept straight
.............................and held so
with conviction and compass
then the mere will allow
that across to the felds a wife
....................or what or wifwhat
eek from afar as though even song
through water................was sprung
imagine more then than a water wife
who bounds o'er dark floods
her entire head now bubbled & hove to
the variance of a new North
upholded there in such sea hills
staymates and thwarts
(press this button once only)
the attack the attack
..............................least of all
in the smallest things O some new chaos
.......................rupt the night
in which we look
Oh therein his earnest helm and heck
as though there were no none of it
ugh yes no nonce of the word of it
....................................no eating of it
"no longer any mouth to put it in"
pshaw! now nothing is to be done
07762 888118
anyone with the answer
please call before morning
.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Lights fall from the Old Man of the Sea (a wrestling poem for Rus Bowden)
we hold until I am exhausted
he is a trickling thing of sand
a scintilla that drains back into the beach
a shock of trees
released by strong winds
he is a fish, a slither
an eel that flits away
then has me pinned
he is all around me
he clenches, shoves my face
towards his
buried down there
beneath our grinding feet
iron-eyed our faces
stare it out underground
through lock and tremor
we are two seismic prayers
to a god divided
he is a lion he is my mother he is the flicker of songbirds falling
as black snow in early evening my fingers are wings are poems
within his smoke we fold back to embrace
count five sudden things of magic
stamp and hold tight
lion mother phantom
my lost brother
whistles hard in the waves
old father in the fallen leaves offshore
we walk into the sea
each carrying the other
light as children who cannot return
rise only as the tide
sends up her drowned lanterns
each with his heart of red sand
catching, holding
our breath beyond reach
.
he is a trickling thing of sand
a scintilla that drains back into the beach
a shock of trees
released by strong winds
he is a fish, a slither
an eel that flits away
then has me pinned
he is all around me
he clenches, shoves my face
towards his
buried down there
beneath our grinding feet
iron-eyed our faces
stare it out underground
through lock and tremor
we are two seismic prayers
to a god divided
he is a lion he is my mother he is the flicker of songbirds falling
as black snow in early evening my fingers are wings are poems
within his smoke we fold back to embrace
count five sudden things of magic
stamp and hold tight
lion mother phantom
my lost brother
whistles hard in the waves
old father in the fallen leaves offshore
we walk into the sea
each carrying the other
light as children who cannot return
rise only as the tide
sends up her drowned lanterns
each with his heart of red sand
catching, holding
our breath beyond reach
.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
ICHTHYOLATRY
now I feel like someone
shoved a huge fish into my throat
if you look into my gaping mouth
you can just make out
its pucker just see the glint
of its eyes back there
a monstrous glottal stop
I look out it looks out
those are my eyes too
in there my eyes its eyes
mouth in mouth it wriggles
it freaks I am in the stink of it
all down my oesophagal culverts
its tail flaps from my cloaca
visible even within new trousers
cut for concealment
I now waddle with its cold
between my outer legs
maybe I was always a bit fishy
but this, this, O my people
is something new
.
shoved a huge fish into my throat
if you look into my gaping mouth
you can just make out
its pucker just see the glint
of its eyes back there
a monstrous glottal stop
I look out it looks out
those are my eyes too
in there my eyes its eyes
mouth in mouth it wriggles
it freaks I am in the stink of it
all down my oesophagal culverts
its tail flaps from my cloaca
visible even within new trousers
cut for concealment
I now waddle with its cold
between my outer legs
maybe I was always a bit fishy
but this, this, O my people
is something new
.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
a moth in your mouth a moth oh good god
on the way home from the pub
a guy accosts me
in a alley
a dirty high hat
breathing it up like an alpaca
or some other stern beast
think you are a poet he says
I am going to kill you poet fuck
tell me how the night sky
add up to nothing how the wind
blow everyone apart
tell me biggest secret
you know
thinks you are so special you
stick a gun cold in my eye
tell me tell me or quickly die
I can't help think
this is the great moment
the whole dirty history of poetry
I have the answer ready
always same answer
ooze from everyone's belly
silence beyond everything
for its expression
I got nothing I say
I am just go home in a cold and stiff wind
please don't harm me
or I will herewith uncoil and eat at your whole fucking head
for I am already known as the gravedigger
even amongst the merest flowers
of evil at which he smiles and becomes now my friend
hand in hand we beguile the night
around us buildings collapse softly
we squat together eat butterflies
that druggle in the mouth
both of us glint
like Autumn storms coming in
leaked low & let loose
.
a guy accosts me
in a alley
a dirty high hat
breathing it up like an alpaca
or some other stern beast
think you are a poet he says
I am going to kill you poet fuck
tell me how the night sky
add up to nothing how the wind
blow everyone apart
tell me biggest secret
you know
thinks you are so special you
stick a gun cold in my eye
tell me tell me or quickly die
I can't help think
this is the great moment
the whole dirty history of poetry
I have the answer ready
always same answer
ooze from everyone's belly
silence beyond everything
for its expression
I got nothing I say
I am just go home in a cold and stiff wind
please don't harm me
or I will herewith uncoil and eat at your whole fucking head
for I am already known as the gravedigger
even amongst the merest flowers
of evil at which he smiles and becomes now my friend
hand in hand we beguile the night
around us buildings collapse softly
we squat together eat butterflies
that druggle in the mouth
both of us glint
like Autumn storms coming in
leaked low & let loose
.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
cows of a the causeway 2
she comes in from the rain
says hey what’s for dinner
says hey..........I'm thinking
of having sex with him next door
at weekends just a sort of arrangement
I haven't told him yet
thought I'd slip it past you first
..................sure he says
he likes you &
his wife would watch
if there was nothing on TV
while we're at it I should tell you
I have a similar deal
....................with your Dad
sometimes your Mother watches
not always sometimes she turns
away............... to gaze at the wall
that writhes with damp and cold
tides of old wallpaper windows
of seaglass ghosts and head-high nettles
..............................the drowning of children
sudden outside voices now stilled O
I dream about such walls as that
..................don't you?
yeah oh yeah she says she slides closer
he feels her moving around inside
but can think of nothing to say
................................—to sum it up neatly:
outside in the garden a gale
whips the washing line
into wild skipping rope cycles
that rip at the long unmown grass
ghost children spring up
beating time.............. into stars
everything is unkempt and ugly
for a few seconds
he bursts over himself
laughs a little awkwardly
shrugs it off
smooths himself
back into place
his face a blue skull
he steps he dances the slow starfish
he veers
aloud to her incoming
rock-and-roll-radio
.
says hey what’s for dinner
says hey..........I'm thinking
of having sex with him next door
at weekends just a sort of arrangement
I haven't told him yet
thought I'd slip it past you first
..................sure he says
he likes you &
his wife would watch
if there was nothing on TV
while we're at it I should tell you
I have a similar deal
....................with your Dad
sometimes your Mother watches
not always sometimes she turns
away............... to gaze at the wall
that writhes with damp and cold
tides of old wallpaper windows
of seaglass ghosts and head-high nettles
..............................the drowning of children
sudden outside voices now stilled O
I dream about such walls as that
..................don't you?
yeah oh yeah she says she slides closer
he feels her moving around inside
but can think of nothing to say
................................—to sum it up neatly:
outside in the garden a gale
whips the washing line
into wild skipping rope cycles
that rip at the long unmown grass
ghost children spring up
beating time.............. into stars
everything is unkempt and ugly
for a few seconds
he bursts over himself
laughs a little awkwardly
shrugs it off
smooths himself
back into place
his face a blue skull
he steps he dances the slow starfish
he veers
aloud to her incoming
rock-and-roll-radio
.
Friday, October 16, 2009
tea coal (self mortrait at dawn after delayed flight)
I sat up all night smoking looking
into some distance as though awful faces
there in the night looked back I wonder
sometimes if I will smoke until
it dries me up like an old timber stood
derelict above the tideline desolate
until I am well enough of myself
desiccated in my own salt and voice
just a thing that looks out
from a pile of frass
feeling for myself in stutters of radio
—it is at these times
that I am at my most inhuman as though
I might rush out and engage
in some act
motivated entirely by silence
by something there in the mist
which I do not even feel
sometimes this is an elevating thing
that makes me climb rooftops in darkness
an animal wired to the night
in that arching pilot rictus
it is in pain that I appear most real
watch the needle
I look to find myself there
in the scattered leaves of late October
look here it is already in the coming repetition
of late hunt it down
for this is an interactive animal
barely brushed by late winds
folded in like a baby that sucks
its own shadow
knowing no other mother to clutch
the sensation is that of a cold moss that seeps
behind the face somewhere
in the olfactory wall the haunted cavities
of pre-language it runs down
through the thoracic circle the abdomen
with its distant cries and heave
it eddies and corrupts in the genitals
settles finally as a dying reptile
in the ossified knee joints
stifled and unspeaking
its tiny mouth stuffed with mothers
stretched in death's happy alarm
over and forgotten
snuff
but feel free to add
your little fucking soft
afterdark breath in your ear
handsliding alerts
& be aware that you dance with the dead people
you are in the presence
of the dead
the sexy dead people
for one night only O
the blinding lights are blowing below
.
into some distance as though awful faces
there in the night looked back I wonder
sometimes if I will smoke until
it dries me up like an old timber stood
derelict above the tideline desolate
until I am well enough of myself
desiccated in my own salt and voice
just a thing that looks out
from a pile of frass
feeling for myself in stutters of radio
—it is at these times
that I am at my most inhuman as though
I might rush out and engage
in some act
motivated entirely by silence
by something there in the mist
which I do not even feel
sometimes this is an elevating thing
that makes me climb rooftops in darkness
an animal wired to the night
in that arching pilot rictus
it is in pain that I appear most real
watch the needle
I look to find myself there
in the scattered leaves of late October
look here it is already in the coming repetition
of late hunt it down
for this is an interactive animal
barely brushed by late winds
folded in like a baby that sucks
its own shadow
knowing no other mother to clutch
the sensation is that of a cold moss that seeps
behind the face somewhere
in the olfactory wall the haunted cavities
of pre-language it runs down
through the thoracic circle the abdomen
with its distant cries and heave
it eddies and corrupts in the genitals
settles finally as a dying reptile
in the ossified knee joints
stifled and unspeaking
its tiny mouth stuffed with mothers
stretched in death's happy alarm
over and forgotten
snuff
but feel free to add
your little fucking soft
afterdark breath in your ear
handsliding alerts
& be aware that you dance with the dead people
you are in the presence
of the dead
the sexy dead people
for one night only O
the blinding lights are blowing below
.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
this vanishing act runs dry
around of midday I arrives at your house
I don't says much
but swans around there in your backyard
all the while fixes you with wild faces
like a goat
suddenly released into a cinema
couldn't find its way out
got angry sat up on stage glaring out at the crowd
like the devil its elf
bleching out fury
Casablanca running like the sea
white and black
across its hairy toggenberg face
O beard of the prophet now sweep down
this could be the beginning of a uh beautiful elation
"such people we saw the like of there
such glory and fineness walking"
yes oh yes we on Sunday visited him
we found him much diminished
in both cognition and physical ability
you have no idea what's happening now
you, I say, you
I stuff your letterbox with petroleum jelly
I will dance hoofing like a wild buffalo on your car
on your doormat you find
an offer of marriage
a broken balloon
but what care I for your goosefeather bed?
oh if only these words
had fallen suddenly like dead sparrows in China
into ponds all over town
.
I don't says much
but swans around there in your backyard
all the while fixes you with wild faces
like a goat
suddenly released into a cinema
couldn't find its way out
got angry sat up on stage glaring out at the crowd
like the devil its elf
bleching out fury
Casablanca running like the sea
white and black
across its hairy toggenberg face
O beard of the prophet now sweep down
this could be the beginning of a uh beautiful elation
"such people we saw the like of there
such glory and fineness walking"
yes oh yes we on Sunday visited him
we found him much diminished
in both cognition and physical ability
you have no idea what's happening now
you, I say, you
I stuff your letterbox with petroleum jelly
I will dance hoofing like a wild buffalo on your car
on your doormat you find
an offer of marriage
a broken balloon
but what care I for your goosefeather bed?
oh if only these words
had fallen suddenly like dead sparrows in China
into ponds all over town
.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
teaching a boy /θ/ to enunciate
(the boy with the blue hat under the wailing-tree
finds himself in a wasp world maddeningly abuzz
swirls of dental fricatives hold him electrically crucified
shimmering above the plain
he has therefore no meaning and must withdraw quickly
for into such confusion we sashay like vampires
stopping camp upon the half stair half turned insistent
that this is the music such children made
of what the night
Bela Belial undone teaching the unboy to enunciate peripheral
phonemes of the edges of the mythos grosso I wanted
to hack my way through dream conquistadores
drift upon high the philosopher's tone
the alkahest)
all of it out of reach drowned in articles
in dense green capillary the delta swoon
silver guitar amazon pirarucu sucking in prey
it has teeth everywhere grinding teeth
it has no language
the trees now deep in black water it waits
in the roots always wakeful
the thing
black as water lapping
waiting always
any real poem should come up close
breathe hard in your face
threaten
to murder your family
after that it's as if a boat was cut loose
by drunken strangers at midnight
crashing in your dreams
tomorrow and
.
finds himself in a wasp world maddeningly abuzz
swirls of dental fricatives hold him electrically crucified
shimmering above the plain
he has therefore no meaning and must withdraw quickly
for into such confusion we sashay like vampires
stopping camp upon the half stair half turned insistent
that this is the music such children made
of what the night
Bela Belial undone teaching the unboy to enunciate peripheral
phonemes of the edges of the mythos grosso I wanted
to hack my way through dream conquistadores
drift upon high the philosopher's tone
the alkahest)
all of it out of reach drowned in articles
in dense green capillary the delta swoon
silver guitar amazon pirarucu sucking in prey
it has teeth everywhere grinding teeth
it has no language
the trees now deep in black water it waits
in the roots always wakeful
the thing
black as water lapping
waiting always
any real poem should come up close
breathe hard in your face
threaten
to murder your family
after that it's as if a boat was cut loose
by drunken strangers at midnight
crashing in your dreams
tomorrow and
.
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
have you even any idea?
and what if a young boy just had enough
6 years old he saw a TV thing
that said this is the age of the self
your parents no longer feel a sense of duty
he quite reasonably buys the hour
of the hoot as the dawnwash
elevated he flows let me O god let me
garrotte this hollow
that in his hollow he dives
straight through into the schwa between
where the rats
such a thing such a thing
such a thin and awful thing
hi he says I'm new here
to a piratical fetch on a drippage
both of them squat where
watches below the slow
point he gets that he is the Buddha
he sees that work below him
flowers and new bread emanate
he p[onders] becomes intoxicated
he jumps
he enters the swim
years later
he wakes still there poised
what then he asks
what now
what
he curls back in
understanding the impossibility of everything
I will eat bananas then he says
I will eat biscuits
and gaze from on high
waving my uncut wand
playing with it gently
waxing it up
or I will slough gently into it all
either way
I think my cock just dropped off
anyway
maybe it's time to start
a riotous religion of reeling rats
all of whom now fall to their feet
Christ only knows
where they were before
this acrobatic stuff
aeroscape nude encounter
now you endless (I don't mean
just don't even bask
for again I'm fucked out with the full flood
squawks of
little miss skygod
hacking (to be honeytoed) all night
christ no
moresongs of love i hate love now just like you
me washing in on
the stupid blue beach
a big bird eye watching
over
repeat after me
such anthems of
stark /sorrow/ treelines
snow has gone bad
he wakes again with his gun
to the Buddha's head
everone in the building has a hardon
to see what come next
things slide now
into the cage
the Terror and not the Terror
"offer yourself to him" -- Withnail and I
.
6 years old he saw a TV thing
that said this is the age of the self
your parents no longer feel a sense of duty
he quite reasonably buys the hour
of the hoot as the dawnwash
elevated he flows let me O god let me
garrotte this hollow
that in his hollow he dives
straight through into the schwa between
where the rats
such a thing such a thing
such a thin and awful thing
hi he says I'm new here
to a piratical fetch on a drippage
both of them squat where
watches below the slow
point he gets that he is the Buddha
he sees that work below him
flowers and new bread emanate
he p[onders] becomes intoxicated
he jumps
he enters the swim
years later
he wakes still there poised
what then he asks
what now
what
he curls back in
understanding the impossibility of everything
I will eat bananas then he says
I will eat biscuits
and gaze from on high
waving my uncut wand
playing with it gently
waxing it up
or I will slough gently into it all
either way
I think my cock just dropped off
anyway
maybe it's time to start
a riotous religion of reeling rats
all of whom now fall to their feet
Christ only knows
where they were before
this acrobatic stuff
aeroscape nude encounter
now you endless (I don't mean
just don't even bask
for again I'm fucked out with the full flood
squawks of
little miss skygod
hacking (to be honeytoed) all night
christ no
moresongs of love i hate love now just like you
me washing in on
the stupid blue beach
a big bird eye watching
over
repeat after me
such anthems of
stark /sorrow/ treelines
snow has gone bad
he wakes again with his gun
to the Buddha's head
everone in the building has a hardon
to see what come next
things slide now
into the cage
the Terror and not the Terror
"offer yourself to him" -- Withnail and I
.
fucking a ship in a bottle of world peace
so he is just washing his dick
and gets to concentrating on that little hole
through which it looks out
and sprays the world
and he digs into it just to see
like what's down there
he keeps going
are there animals maybe
a shrieking jungle thing of genital interior
caverns of bloody white crystal
in he goes digging they find him later
head down stuck airtight in his own hole
feet quivering up in the air
asphyxiated
nothing
.
and gets to concentrating on that little hole
through which it looks out
and sprays the world
and he digs into it just to see
like what's down there
he keeps going
are there animals maybe
a shrieking jungle thing of genital interior
caverns of bloody white crystal
in he goes digging they find him later
head down stuck airtight in his own hole
feet quivering up in the air
asphyxiated
nothing
.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
the night's travel
in and now out the same door
like all knives whirling
our utter politics in collisions
of limestone pavements
across all this she travailed
with sepia sandbags
of County Clare
all sailroads to traverse
and only 8 O-clock
by the whale's chime
this big hand by the night's wild travel
points to 12
the little hand
flickers and stops
iris of heart attack hope
—love of small things
and wild places
be certain now be sure
it's that time
in between
where the hands don't count
it's okay to be scared here
to lie down and breathe
to lie a little
before waking
.
like all knives whirling
our utter politics in collisions
of limestone pavements
across all this she travailed
with sepia sandbags
of County Clare
all sailroads to traverse
and only 8 O-clock
by the whale's chime
this big hand by the night's wild travel
points to 12
the little hand
flickers and stops
iris of heart attack hope
—love of small things
and wild places
be certain now be sure
it's that time
in between
where the hands don't count
it's okay to be scared here
to lie down and breathe
to lie a little
before waking
.
Friday, September 25, 2009
tout n'est pas pour le meilleur dans le meilleur mince de tous les au-delàs impossibles
Burroughs & Gysin
The Perkl Light energy spa
Realdoll sex dolls
The Rapture Index
Animal Trials
Buddy Christ
VietnamNet article.
Bastards of The Party
Lynch Law Investigation
The ZEB Device
Sybian & Venus
The Grim Reaper
"The most moral army in the world"
Flicker streaming online
An American man smiles at Iran
Gatling bench test
The Hideous Sun Demon Movie
Horseflies Hush
Poetry as circular EVP records its own breathing
The Perkl Light energy spa
Realdoll sex dolls
The Rapture Index
Animal Trials
Buddy Christ
VietnamNet article.
Bastards of The Party
Lynch Law Investigation
The ZEB Device
Sybian & Venus
The Grim Reaper
"The most moral army in the world"
Flicker streaming online
An American man smiles at Iran
Gatling bench test
The Hideous Sun Demon Movie
Horseflies Hush
Poetry as circular EVP records its own breathing
bodyfield part 1 )ectoflarf(
is there another tenant in the building,
that we are unaware of?
—Terence McKenna
keep coming through on the radio
—the Rezillos
.............the creature in a sudden wind
scents its own past
all up the valley (du dormeur)
your deathpixie shriek (can they be insane?)
ベン＝マイモーンmagnetic resonance imaging
............(mythemetics)
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,... [2 3月2日skeet Mishnah-Nephesch ミシュナー
..........................oh you ugly electric fuck no Morphism 射
.......................(圏論) not as we know it no Mo-ho-notheism 一神教
.......................of soft descent May 23 (*) will be too late...]
遊牧民 Dunkirk ダンケルク [dun church the circus the starchamber]
ah ghostly MelanensO how soft thy rivertongues at night the Glob
ファック urgent consider stop consider the bodybomb
Ia Drang bubblewrap エIアキャップ
as a sequence of radio prints
[what is the unconscious map of this event?]
the track by which you arrived
........................(Disregard the sudden beauty
........................of the stars, Watson,
........................someone has stolen our fucking tent)
—can you be insane?
ベスト・キッド Life-death-rebirth
...retriangulate (adj)
snow fills his eyes with dusk & shit
[pilot blind & avid this vector this
.........course to steer] [the drowned boy in the attic
records fearfully his own footsteps]
there where the slowho
petals of the bright nightcat flick?)
エホバの証人
that we are unaware of?
—Terence McKenna
keep coming through on the radio
—the Rezillos
.............the creature in a sudden wind
scents its own past
all up the valley (du dormeur)
your deathpixie shriek (can they be insane?)
ベン＝マイモーンmagnetic resonance imaging
............(mythemetics)
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,... [2 3月2日skeet Mishnah-Nephesch ミシュナー
..........................oh you ugly electric fuck no Morphism 射
.......................(圏論) not as we know it no Mo-ho-notheism 一神教
.......................of soft descent May 23 (*) will be too late...]
遊牧民 Dunkirk ダンケルク [dun church the circus the starchamber]
ah ghostly MelanensO how soft thy rivertongues at night the Glob
ファック urgent consider stop consider the bodybomb
Ia Drang bubblewrap エIアキャップ
... エホバの証人の教義j
.........................The Karate Kidas a sequence of radio prints
[what is the unconscious map of this event?]
the track by which you arrived
........................(Disregard the sudden beauty
........................of the stars, Watson,
........................someone has stolen our fucking tent)
—can you be insane?
ベスト・キッド Life-death-rebirth
...retriangulate (adj)
snow fills his eyes with dusk & shit
[pilot blind & avid this vector this
.........course to steer] [the drowned boy in the attic
records fearfully his own footsteps]
there where the slowho
petals of the bright nightcat flick?)
エホバの証人
Sunday, September 20, 2009
scull soft as I oracle
each morning I drop
by the gas station
on the way
to the dropoff [dropdown/flux/a little skirt
the freak-fire in the wet]
I emblood outstick
the noxxle to my lips let it flow flood fillup
36lbs per square inch by inch
gets me inflated and heady
ready to crush
what is in my path arrive at work
with dead moths spread in my eyes
begin the slow climb
up the wall to the yellow light extended distaff erectio
here and there I will
catcall remains of my grandfather
through the long and winding one such day
clinging to a fatbulb with bulging eyes
you know blowhard [scat] it ain't easy
I look forward only—
only now with such investment in the fusèd skull
.
by the gas station
on the way
to the dropoff [dropdown/flux/a little skirt
the freak-fire in the wet]
I emblood outstick
the noxxle to my lips let it flow flood fillup
36lbs per square inch by inch
gets me inflated and heady
ready to crush
what is in my path arrive at work
with dead moths spread in my eyes
begin the slow climb
up the wall to the yellow light extended distaff erectio
here and there I will
catcall remains of my grandfather
through the long and winding one such day
clinging to a fatbulb with bulging eyes
you know blowhard [scat] it ain't easy
I look forward only—
only now with such investment in the fusèd skull
.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
poem for Maria
when I was eight years old
my Dad would wrestle with me
would hold me down
twist my arm behind my back
say give in submit
I never would
you can break my fucking arm
before I give in
I would say
in other gasped words
because I didn't yet know
these words
you're mad he would say
and get off me
distantly sensing the danger
that was to come
this dilemma of murder
unhinged me until
I was in a supermarket one day
and finally understood
that gods are shrivelled things
doled out by uninterested fishmongers
in worlds of stinking grey ice
.
my Dad would wrestle with me
would hold me down
twist my arm behind my back
say give in submit
I never would
you can break my fucking arm
before I give in
I would say
in other gasped words
because I didn't yet know
these words
you're mad he would say
and get off me
distantly sensing the danger
that was to come
this dilemma of murder
unhinged me until
I was in a supermarket one day
and finally understood
that gods are shrivelled things
doled out by uninterested fishmongers
in worlds of stinking grey ice
.
Friday, September 18, 2009
love in the middle of a firefight
the man is only twenty years— Cho Siu (1946)
old when the thing hits him
like a bullet
causing a disruption cone
that builds
as yawing begins at a tissue depth
of nine centimetres
the thing that hits him
like a bullet
is full-metal-jacketed boat-tailed
a copper-plated steel coat
steel core and lead
not a metaphor of love
just a chunk of metal
like love its purpose
profound disruption
of tissue
not necessarily death
but a wholesale tearing apart
of the interior
all his torso a latent hole
not gaping
but frowning
.
old when the thing hits him
like a bullet
causing a disruption cone
that builds
as yawing begins at a tissue depth
of nine centimetres
the thing that hits him
like a bullet
is full-metal-jacketed boat-tailed
a copper-plated steel coat
steel core and lead
not a metaphor of love
just a chunk of metal
like love its purpose
profound disruption
of tissue
not necessarily death
but a wholesale tearing apart
of the interior
all his torso a latent hole
not gaping
but frowning
.
Monday, September 14, 2009
tormentil
in the shaft down to Wycoller
steep and trodden deep descending sunlight alley
I was on my knees
like a magnifying glass
with my book of flowers
trying very hard to look
at a tiny tormentil
that had suddenly erupted from the banks
of the seventeenth century
in great difficulties of scale I now rolled
all down the packhorse track
in my new fractal hair and gait
.
steep and trodden deep descending sunlight alley
I was on my knees
like a magnifying glass
with my book of flowers
trying very hard to look
at a tiny tormentil
that had suddenly erupted from the banks
of the seventeenth century
in great difficulties of scale I now rolled
all down the packhorse track
in my new fractal hair and gait
.
love perm of the postmodern water reflex
how much do I need you?
I read about how bodybuilders
starve themselves of water during the last days
of training for a competition
the bodyfat comes off through cycling and pumping
they achieve maximum vascularity
all those vessels pimping out etc
it's difficult to get an erection
or think straight
or grow hair
the body cries for water
the many cries of the body
that much then
be assured that I've never ever said this to anyone else
this bodybuilder thing
.
I read about how bodybuilders
starve themselves of water during the last days
of training for a competition
the bodyfat comes off through cycling and pumping
they achieve maximum vascularity
all those vessels pimping out etc
it's difficult to get an erection
or think straight
or grow hair
the body cries for water
the many cries of the body
that much then
be assured that I've never ever said this to anyone else
this bodybuilder thing
.
diary entry date mutable (show don't tell
as though boiled water were itself the reagent
of consciousness I have added it to the fungus
though I expect to consume the body itself
when the water is nearly gone
already the sweat starts
but as yet no flying reindeer
I am gripped by the fear that resemblance
has no third party
but sink again into the reassurance that
it can always be described
and that it would be entirely Wittgenstein
to ignore the mathematics of poetry
this and this but look this resembles this
in that its nose is of similar length and hue
its hair is like
come running with a measure
to test the third proposition
this is not an etheric hover
it was observed that the actual host
engendered some nausea
& required some persistence and strength
to swallow
but for the sake of humanity
the thing was done
with only a little spray
whereof
thereof one must shout and show
& wieldof always a sauvage umbrella
in the manner of a determined Englishman
who will tolerate no foolishness
from foreign devils
.
of consciousness I have added it to the fungus
though I expect to consume the body itself
when the water is nearly gone
already the sweat starts
but as yet no flying reindeer
I am gripped by the fear that resemblance
has no third party
but sink again into the reassurance that
it can always be described
and that it would be entirely Wittgenstein
to ignore the mathematics of poetry
this and this but look this resembles this
in that its nose is of similar length and hue
its hair is like
come running with a measure
to test the third proposition
this is not an etheric hover
it was observed that the actual host
engendered some nausea
& required some persistence and strength
to swallow
but for the sake of humanity
the thing was done
with only a little spray
whereof
thereof one must shout and show
& wieldof always a sauvage umbrella
in the manner of a determined Englishman
who will tolerate no foolishness
from foreign devils
.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
your ardent gripe
so imagine this man underwater
in a rapid current
attempting to fit a bolt into a tiny aperture
over and over
the precision atrophies
as the exhaustion increases
by 19:33 he has had enough
flailing
sinks and drowns himself
throws it all up and surfaces shouting
kick kick
something
gets fierce and fastens in
something
now he is the river man
with fins
the dawn cracks over his head
just his eyes
slick the surface
wild fish eyes in the spray
body silence
beneath waiting
like him i will never
you know
something
etc
.
in a rapid current
attempting to fit a bolt into a tiny aperture
over and over
the precision atrophies
as the exhaustion increases
by 19:33 he has had enough
flailing
sinks and drowns himself
throws it all up and surfaces shouting
kick kick
something
gets fierce and fastens in
something
now he is the river man
with fins
the dawn cracks over his head
just his eyes
slick the surface
wild fish eyes in the spray
body silence
beneath waiting
like him i will never
you know
something
etc
.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
monster of light
the drunken men haul in home in on something they found
a dark alley—a storm of leaves—a bell
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,for a light
to shine upon it they sing low as they go
drag it behind
nor even feel or know or sight
it suck the long red shadows
from their backs
reach for home with nothing
..................a line that stretches away
..................into the cracks
their song used up
dusted in sleep
dawn kiss them goodnight
the world's last soft kindness
mulched in the deep
through the curtains
on the face of a sleeping child
the ticking stops light
floods in
drowns it all
.......................traces of a man
in the tidemark light
still flickers still
a book still open
where it fell
to some same page years later where now nothing
nor the softest knell
.
a dark alley—a storm of leaves—a bell
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,for a light
to shine upon it they sing low as they go
drag it behind
nor even feel or know or sight
it suck the long red shadows
from their backs
reach for home with nothing
..................a line that stretches away
..................into the cracks
their song used up
dusted in sleep
dawn kiss them goodnight
the world's last soft kindness
mulched in the deep
through the curtains
on the face of a sleeping child
the ticking stops light
floods in
drowns it all
.......................traces of a man
in the tidemark light
still flickers still
a book still open
where it fell
to some same page years later where now nothing
nor the softest knell
.
gnostic myth
the iconic brass boy stands on top
of the world urinating violently
his laughter cracking the floor
running down and around steaming
like an onion it drips off the south pole
reels out into space droplets
that catch the sun in golden spray
freezing in the vacuum of gaze
swinging back to attention
each is not a little world
just think of him up there
laughing like a clanking ape
nothing else happening anywhere
everything just silent waiting
until it's enough
until something remembers
reaches down
strokes it up into arousal
they wait forever
in their shared breath
each a tree grown into the other
leaning in together
ready
for the last laugh
.
of the world urinating violently
his laughter cracking the floor
running down and around steaming
like an onion it drips off the south pole
reels out into space droplets
that catch the sun in golden spray
freezing in the vacuum of gaze
swinging back to attention
each is not a little world
just think of him up there
laughing like a clanking ape
nothing else happening anywhere
everything just silent waiting
until it's enough
until something remembers
reaches down
strokes it up into arousal
they wait forever
in their shared breath
each a tree grown into the other
leaning in together
ready
for the last laugh
.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
sea-beams glitter
don't fuck around of course I've [i uv] felt it
on the roof in the rain naked *//[of goat husbandwidth devilfish]
alongside longsight secreted camera aliceaforethought
the neighbours watching the firemen the police shouting the priest
couldn't hear them at the time jump kid jump drink drive jump black
ican'thearyoumamaflagfuck
flag coming off as I did with a great slither
into Death
that with the warmth of history uploaded in squalls
exits the new language of ponds
looky here you have stormlight
crawling over the moment
you have the stone arch of the urge
you want the warmth I see
down the hall mother I don't want father
all of it runs/down over your face/face
and you sitting there giggling in the cafe
in the cafe you thin thing full of squawking rope
coughing out I would like to thank the academy
that schlucked you outta its soul so |]=] I could
love you love you unknown attenuate of the backdoorman
skin rolling back growing new eyes
one asshole staring out pronouncing
...............................................new+rivers of +words
............squaredoff landscape ugh//?make it numeric
............so I donts got to <>jump in the wild<> windhay no more
............with tha fuckfish
octodata agency will square you away
meep meep meep mop meep mop 2323(left leg in)
submarine rescue
on the roof in the rain naked *//[of goat husbandwidth devilfish]
alongside longsight secreted camera aliceaforethought
the neighbours watching the firemen the police shouting the priest
couldn't hear them at the time jump kid jump drink drive jump black
ican'thearyoumamaflagfuck
flag coming off as I did with a great slither
into Death
that with the warmth of history uploaded in squalls
exits the new language of ponds
looky here you have stormlight
crawling over the moment
you have the stone arch of the urge
you want the warmth I see
down the hall mother I don't want father
all of it runs/down over your face/face
and you sitting there giggling in the cafe
O she asked her for a fuck
but she said that was yuck
to do it in the park
when it was cold an dark
but she said that was yuck
to do it in the park
when it was cold an dark
in the cafe you thin thing full of squawking rope
coughing out I would like to thank the academy
that schlucked you outta its soul so |]=] I could
love you love you unknown attenuate of the backdoorman
your stoop sweeping down walls of light
I get it fuck
how it might have been there over the water
I get it fuck
how it might have been there over the water
skin rolling back growing new eyes
one asshole staring out pronouncing
...............................................new+rivers of +words
............squaredoff landscape ugh//?make it numeric
............so I donts got to <>jump in the wild<> windhay no more
............with tha fuckfish
octodata agency will square you away
meep meep meep mop meep mop 2323(left leg in)
submarine rescue
field the killcard at last orders
.
.
posting an application
stuck inside of Mobile—Bob Dylan
put it in she says
there are fields of static whenever I get close
the whole moment fizzes
we wait there with stuff dripping off us
magnet squawk rearrangement woo
I'm spinning
put it in why
better in than out she says
who says there ain't teeth in there waiting
to end all this I ask and she looks in no no teeth she says
just a wide open moment from either end
you don't ask you don't
see the sunrise over Karnac
get off me
the lights came on everyone was there laughing
okay I blew it the old fucking letter game
three nights alone on the tower
with a wet towel
listening to them cavorting below
petting my crow at dawn
I plan to start a cult with teeth
that will pull you up quick
listen mother I will kill your children
you don't stop this magnet woo
shit
please consider me most earnestly for this position
me and my dead candle crow atop
—oo mama can this really be the end?
.
put it in she says
there are fields of static whenever I get close
the whole moment fizzes
we wait there with stuff dripping off us
magnet squawk rearrangement woo
I'm spinning
put it in why
better in than out she says
who says there ain't teeth in there waiting
to end all this I ask and she looks in no no teeth she says
just a wide open moment from either end
you don't ask you don't
see the sunrise over Karnac
get off me
the lights came on everyone was there laughing
okay I blew it the old fucking letter game
three nights alone on the tower
with a wet towel
listening to them cavorting below
petting my crow at dawn
I plan to start a cult with teeth
that will pull you up quick
listen mother I will kill your children
you don't stop this magnet woo
shit
please consider me most earnestly for this position
me and my dead candle crow atop
—oo mama can this really be the end?
.
logolith riff
come out with the Dutchman—William Burroughs
he is just a small fracture
a god dancing behind the screen there
tugging the words like teeth
from our mouths I made him broken
in the forest shades before waking
come out with your hands
at least
come out come out whoever I tell him
you owe me adoration............ it is now vital
that we get this wrong
that this train does not move it only waits
for time to dial in a new station
on the wheels a new fix
over and over the same time
come out with the Dutch
man-woman-cloud He only becomes
...........................real if I rub His lamp
watch now hush
the bushes shake shake
the beginning of the world is, uh, nigh
.
.
he is just a small fracture
a god dancing behind the screen there
tugging the words like teeth
from our mouths I made him broken
in the forest shades before waking
come out with your hands
at least
come out come out whoever I tell him
you owe me adoration............ it is now vital
that we get this wrong
that this train does not move it only waits
for time to dial in a new station
on the wheels a new fix
over and over the same time
come out with the Dutch
man-woman-cloud He only becomes
...........................real if I rub His lamp
watch now hush
the bushes shake shake
the beginning of the world is, uh, nigh
.
.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
gimme that old time religion
sauvage (I know you don't like but let it spread
ruination)
the world/weep for a ruminous presence in the channel
listen listen again to the codes that fly in
we are into it now this triangulation
I have you fixed . . . I approach at night
sleek and slick with oils of the body you nestle there
[insert Roy Orbison]
in the offset of dreams
in the whirl of out of date
no longer for consumption
a little glimmer
so we advance
into the third nest we go
huddle there
open mouths incapable of the merest flap
all of us finally aware & stark the moment
O you have fucked my girlfriend
or something
.........................friend
things like that
this how shoved tiny
we feel stuff
Charles Manson desperate to be loved
it all turning inward outward sour sick love
love me love me he cries he carves he craves
he cavorts there at the mind's edge cutting
swastikas of fucked love
even this holy hate is just love
as hunger
...........eating at itself like stuffpig
this what I mean
tiny complication
tower over us each morning in the sandstone
do you see
the little birds sedimented
sacrificial children
there in the frozen grit
quick
quick before they melt away?
.
ruination)
the world/weep for a ruminous presence in the channel
listen listen again to the codes that fly in
we are into it now this triangulation
I have you fixed . . . I approach at night
sleek and slick with oils of the body you nestle there
[insert Roy Orbison]
in the offset of dreams
in the whirl of out of date
no longer for consumption
a little glimmer
so we advance
into the third nest we go
huddle there
open mouths incapable of the merest flap
all of us finally aware & stark the moment
O you have fucked my girlfriend
or something
.........................friend
things like that
this how shoved tiny
we feel stuff
Charles Manson desperate to be loved
it all turning inward outward sour sick love
love me love me he cries he carves he craves
he cavorts there at the mind's edge cutting
swastikas of fucked love
even this holy hate is just love
as hunger
...........eating at itself like stuffpig
this what I mean
tiny complication
tower over us each morning in the sandstone
do you see
the little birds sedimented
sacrificial children
there in the frozen grit
quick
quick before they melt away?
.
reference to nothing typewritten (learn more)
it is not possible to be fully happy
if you are sentient
in such a place
but at least one can smoke
quietly
in the corner
by which I mean that masturbation
and eating are acceptable practices
under the same Sun we shift
moonbeam motherfucker
*
if you are sentient
in such a place
but at least one can smoke
quietly
in the corner
by which I mean that masturbation
and eating are acceptable practices
under the same Sun we shift
moonbeam motherfucker
*
leading lights down Lune Deep
father a convicted paedophile mother a drug addict
how the labels trip off into a general heading
a compass bearing into the ferns
see where a trail treads in
but nothing emerges
now follow this deep channel
look down look down says Bill
this is all make believe shapeshift
they killed your heart
killed your future
who did?
time did...
no wait it's a bricked-up cave full of bats
you can't see in
you'll have to imagine what they do in there
in the few days before they die
it doesn't just pass down it gets worse
people kill a child
they do worse things to themselves
suicide is murder
and self-abuse is abuse
it is impossible to speak from the trees outside
we won't fix this until we jerk that Hitler
died before he was a teenager
it all seems so big here
the trees the houses the people
all of them outlandish
gross
sparkling like crows over carrion
have you seen this shine?
fighting so hard for the right
to be powerless
without lift
intoxicated
sucked down into it
ringing its own big bell on the causeway
nothing
nothing
every little person doing
the worst best they can
drifting
I almost believe in God
.
how the labels trip off into a general heading
a compass bearing into the ferns
see where a trail treads in
but nothing emerges
now follow this deep channel
look down look down says Bill
this is all make believe shapeshift
they killed your heart
killed your future
who did?
time did...
no wait it's a bricked-up cave full of bats
you can't see in
you'll have to imagine what they do in there
in the few days before they die
it doesn't just pass down it gets worse
people kill a child
they do worse things to themselves
suicide is murder
and self-abuse is abuse
it is impossible to speak from the trees outside
we won't fix this until we jerk that Hitler
died before he was a teenager
it all seems so big here
the trees the houses the people
all of them outlandish
gross
sparkling like crows over carrion
have you seen this shine?
fighting so hard for the right
to be powerless
without lift
intoxicated
sucked down into it
ringing its own big bell on the causeway
nothing
nothing
every little person doing
the worst best they can
drifting
I almost believe in God
.
Monday, August 10, 2009
the soft and quiet way in to the back room
it comes on
the black librarian with all sails
full up with quiet
his huge handclap
over the ears and mouth
urgent with disaster
it comes on
I will need help
in this new world
with such airs shining
with such dazzling murder stifled agog
I wish I was in Dixie
with the trees walking
the clouds talking
but a flat earth floats above
hush little baby
(hush
a bad man is coming upstairs
one day all this
will be yours)
in dreams I stand there
with a spear
looking down into darkness
who's there?
who's there?
will I sacrifice myself?
is there understanding in this wake
of the inept surge towards stairtops?
a new moment without commas has come
under it
the ground rumbles
.
the black librarian with all sails
full up with quiet
his huge handclap
over the ears and mouth
urgent with disaster
it comes on
I will need help
in this new world
with such airs shining
with such dazzling murder stifled agog
I wish I was in Dixie
with the trees walking
the clouds talking
but a flat earth floats above
hush little baby
(hush
a bad man is coming upstairs
one day all this
will be yours)
in dreams I stand there
with a spear
looking down into darkness
who's there?
who's there?
will I sacrifice myself?
is there understanding in this wake
of the inept surge towards stairtops?
a new moment without commas has come
under it
the ground rumbles
.
instances of barnstorming at the last
O you people you spirit vagrants
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you
a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world
what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?
my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey
we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly
then in a sudden wind
his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer
this sadness flooded the place
I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting
.
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you
a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world
what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?
my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey
we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly
then in a sudden wind
his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer
this sadness flooded the place
I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting
.
sea area Irish Sea never-drift-never wreck at low water
she leans close and asks
do I have a girlfriend
she reaches up my sleeve
feels my bicep like it is
a tulip swelling
a phallic cipher
I'm only here for the beer
says her grinning boyfriend
they want me to go home with them
the engine whines then breaks
we drift
it's sunny and the sea shines
I enter the sea
spin the propeller
both ways
it's not stuck
but something is wrong
we're just like that around here
she says
you can't buy a drink
outside in the broken glass and blood
little things crawling
not insects or mice
little things
looking up asking
the Fleetwood lifeboat tows us in
along the buoyed channel
all of this is lost in the static
we were somewhere North West of the perch
280 degrees off the West Cardinal drifting
in shallow water without personal power
when the Vampire struck
it took two of us off before we realised
you want to know truth
ask a traffic light
.
do I have a girlfriend
she reaches up my sleeve
feels my bicep like it is
a tulip swelling
a phallic cipher
I'm only here for the beer
says her grinning boyfriend
they want me to go home with them
the engine whines then breaks
we drift
it's sunny and the sea shines
I enter the sea
spin the propeller
both ways
it's not stuck
but something is wrong
we're just like that around here
she says
you can't buy a drink
outside in the broken glass and blood
little things crawling
not insects or mice
little things
looking up asking
the Fleetwood lifeboat tows us in
along the buoyed channel
all of this is lost in the static
we were somewhere North West of the perch
280 degrees off the West Cardinal drifting
in shallow water without personal power
when the Vampire struck
it took two of us off before we realised
you want to know truth
ask a traffic light
.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
I don't know what you mean
all of our words
hang above an underground lake
words are totally silent things
don't think they have sound
all that can be heard are the drips
that rain from the roof
below this is another chamber
into which the drops transpire
through layers of rock
below this another
it's not turtles all the way
it's lakes
drips
roofs
none of it is what it is
only what it's above
and below
it should be working about now
the paralysis
.
hang above an underground lake
words are totally silent things
don't think they have sound
all that can be heard are the drips
that rain from the roof
below this is another chamber
into which the drops transpire
through layers of rock
below this another
it's not turtles all the way
it's lakes
drips
roofs
none of it is what it is
only what it's above
and below
it should be working about now
the paralysis
.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
unedited tagflarf Jesus
I enjoy mind games.!. .wtf? Really seems .like half the wo.men have .head .issu.es, n.ot me! I'm the pos.ter child for ze.nitude. I was a littl.e bored so I .went online to see .w.hat was g.oing .on. I c.ame. a.cross. your profile page a.n.d wanted to sen.d you .a little message. I th.ink you live nearby and that's .a .HUG.E plus. Not .sure .though because .I'm just vis.iting the area .and .sta.ying .wi.th a frien.d. I'm into most types of ph.ysical acti.viti.es, but NO.T into on.e night sta.nds. I like to find a norm.al .guy. to da.te. I l.ove listening to m.usic, s.inging ka.raoke and doing load.s o.f other. cool stuff.. I. also like hanging out at coffee shops and .pubs. I like d.rinking beer.. Ask .me abou.t my. wild .trip to .Mexico.! Oh, d.id I men.ti.on I w.as VERY cu.te? But .don'.t. take. my wo.rd. .for it, contact m.e a.nd .let's arra.nge a fact to face. meeting a.lready! Just don't reply .directly to my message..... I using my friend. .a.cc.ount seeing tha.t .I'.m not a m.emb.er on this site or whatever... ;-.) Tell me what you .think .at my email., chrissymawer at y a h o.com. See you soon!
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Friday, July 31, 2009
lights fall from the old man of the sea
we fight until I am exhausted
trying to hold a trickling thing of sand
a scintilla that drains back into the beach
a shock of trees
released by strong winds
he is a fish, a slither
an eel that flits away
then has me pinned
he is all around he clenches me tight shoves my face
towards his
buried down there
beneath our grinding feet
mine is down there too
iron-eyed our faces stare it out underground
through lock and tremor
as two prayers
to a god divided
who is it the tide sweeps in
and sucks out?
who becomes the tide will prevail
will not win
he is a lion he is my mother he is songbirds falling
as black snow in early evening my fingers are wings are poems
within his smoke we each fold back to embrace
count five sudden things of magic
and stamp and hold tight
lion mother phantom
my lost brother
whistles hard there in the waves
old father in the fallen leaves offshore
we walk into the sea
each carrying the other
light as children who cannot return
rise only as the tide
sends up her drowned lanterns
each with a heart of red sand
catching, holding
our breath beyond reach
.
trying to hold a trickling thing of sand
a scintilla that drains back into the beach
a shock of trees
released by strong winds
he is a fish, a slither
an eel that flits away
then has me pinned
he is all around he clenches me tight shoves my face
towards his
buried down there
beneath our grinding feet
mine is down there too
iron-eyed our faces stare it out underground
through lock and tremor
as two prayers
to a god divided
who is it the tide sweeps in
and sucks out?
who becomes the tide will prevail
will not win
he is a lion he is my mother he is songbirds falling
as black snow in early evening my fingers are wings are poems
within his smoke we each fold back to embrace
count five sudden things of magic
and stamp and hold tight
lion mother phantom
my lost brother
whistles hard there in the waves
old father in the fallen leaves offshore
we walk into the sea
each carrying the other
light as children who cannot return
rise only as the tide
sends up her drowned lanterns
each with a heart of red sand
catching, holding
our breath beyond reach
.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Jesus Army
around 3am some soldiers from the Jesus Army
find a 22 year old girl on acid crying in a ditch
at Glastonbury Festival
by 7am they have persuaded her to embrace Jesus
and be saved
at 9am they gather
and she and others are baptised
in an oil drum of water sprinkled with Oxo
she comes up spluttering and shocked
and the Jesus Army claps and cheers
Alice is now one of them
still coming down off acid
she looks cold and unbefriended
last night the guy shouts
Alice was on a trip
this morning
she's on a new trip
cheers
if you say anything about this
the Jesus Army Security
come and take your arms
move you
away from the scene
Alice don't need you no more
they keep going
slam dunk
all morning saving
with Oxo & Cold Water
it's a pretty thin gravy
they are drowning people in
.
find a 22 year old girl on acid crying in a ditch
at Glastonbury Festival
by 7am they have persuaded her to embrace Jesus
and be saved
at 9am they gather
and she and others are baptised
in an oil drum of water sprinkled with Oxo
she comes up spluttering and shocked
and the Jesus Army claps and cheers
Alice is now one of them
still coming down off acid
she looks cold and unbefriended
last night the guy shouts
Alice was on a trip
this morning
she's on a new trip
cheers
if you say anything about this
the Jesus Army Security
come and take your arms
move you
away from the scene
Alice don't need you no more
they keep going
slam dunk
all morning saving
with Oxo & Cold Water
it's a pretty thin gravy
they are drowning people in
.
their bets at night
I saw two hedgehogs
butting at each other
in the garden at night
instantly I was out there
telling them to stop
telling them
like little children
I saw two hedgehogs
in the garden at night
instantly I was out there
looking down from the firmament
impelled by my new prickle-drive
I saw two hedgehogs
it makes quite a mess
in the dark grass
I feel like a psychopath
with my blunt blade cackling
I saw two hedgehogs
I wanted to nestle alongside them
feel their spikes
getting soft
as the sun turned the grass
around
as the slugs flew away
with no sound
maybe there were no hogs
but I anyway
saw two hedge
.
butting at each other
in the garden at night
instantly I was out there
telling them to stop
telling them
like little children
I saw two hedgehogs
in the garden at night
instantly I was out there
looking down from the firmament
impelled by my new prickle-drive
I saw two hedgehogs
it makes quite a mess
in the dark grass
I feel like a psychopath
with my blunt blade cackling
I saw two hedgehogs
I wanted to nestle alongside them
feel their spikes
getting soft
as the sun turned the grass
around
as the slugs flew away
with no sound
maybe there were no hogs
but I anyway
saw two hedge
.
night of love
he hears something in the garden
he is scared he comes downstairs for reassurance
I hug him and take him back to bed
we share a moment there under the little alien nightlights
later I hear it too
in the beam of a torch I find two hedgehogs
making rhythmic rasping noises
there are lunar phases to this night
humours that tap at the window
signalling their arrival
a coughing of hedgehogs
as though the call and response of this house
gathered in nocturnal animals
who came to feed
I'll tell him about them tomorrow
the other one threw up the Tamiflu
I crushed into his milk
it steamed into the carpet
he's coughing now too
up there in the dark
in the dream a face at the window
silhouetted
a wild sort of face
the owls are yapping outside
somehow it has all swung in close
it is a faltering finger pushing in
a beak a proboscis
feeling for our weakness
it all feels like a nest
threatened by something outside
while we sit around the fire
counting another presence
in our midst
it feels invasive and familiar
something that has slept cocooned
in our bodies
there is a quiet over it all
muted voices in reassurance
the soft wash of the dark
adults holding children
lights far off
shining this way
but no one is coming
whatever was coming is already here
in the sensory fallback
of sickness
it is a night of love slipping
its ropes
.
he is scared he comes downstairs for reassurance
I hug him and take him back to bed
we share a moment there under the little alien nightlights
later I hear it too
in the beam of a torch I find two hedgehogs
making rhythmic rasping noises
there are lunar phases to this night
humours that tap at the window
signalling their arrival
a coughing of hedgehogs
as though the call and response of this house
gathered in nocturnal animals
who came to feed
I'll tell him about them tomorrow
the other one threw up the Tamiflu
I crushed into his milk
it steamed into the carpet
he's coughing now too
up there in the dark
in the dream a face at the window
silhouetted
a wild sort of face
the owls are yapping outside
somehow it has all swung in close
it is a faltering finger pushing in
a beak a proboscis
feeling for our weakness
it all feels like a nest
threatened by something outside
while we sit around the fire
counting another presence
in our midst
it feels invasive and familiar
something that has slept cocooned
in our bodies
there is a quiet over it all
muted voices in reassurance
the soft wash of the dark
adults holding children
lights far off
shining this way
but no one is coming
whatever was coming is already here
in the sensory fallback
of sickness
it is a night of love slipping
its ropes
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
cock and awe
...............................................I know it says that but
every way it slants
..........................through there is a otherwise
look at this at this like why that age that age only
at thirty you wouldn't do it you'd know better
so the sap wires run down ............all night telegraph
there is arbitrary magic to this soup
........................................come on let it unwind
..............................this isn't sex it is only a blowjob
...............don't find any meaning in it
with your........................blue/black dress now stained
for all history the most famous dress the most famous
stain it even suggests the position
the Rock and Roll presidential genuflection
...........hoohaaa least you weren't Linzey
.....to have to eat up such
weren't a Jew playing Achtung
weren't an orange guy in Kooba
busting out like Quttb
what you whining for
all you gels was made to eat cock anyway
.................cock and awe
skeets raining down from on high
impregnating everything
........for another millennium
now Sarah Palin is coming like the Iditarod
oh god yes no yes I am a cloud
beneath which
is no land
within which
is no moisture
it's as little as little gets
like a toadstool in the head
like a corkscrew to the fart
......................it littles out
looking avidly for shit
upon which to recline
and get with it
with a teenage sweetheart
the internet has blown every chance I had
of becoming a politician
ugh it has forced honesty upon me
yeah I agree
who cares
.
.
every way it slants
..........................through there is a otherwise
look at this at this like why that age that age only
at thirty you wouldn't do it you'd know better
so the sap wires run down ............all night telegraph
there is arbitrary magic to this soup
........................................come on let it unwind
..............................this isn't sex it is only a blowjob
...............don't find any meaning in it
with your........................blue/black dress now stained
for all history the most famous dress the most famous
stain it even suggests the position
the Rock and Roll presidential genuflection
...........hoohaaa least you weren't Linzey
.....to have to eat up such
weren't a Jew playing Achtung
weren't an orange guy in Kooba
busting out like Quttb
what you whining for
all you gels was made to eat cock anyway
.................cock and awe
skeets raining down from on high
impregnating everything
........for another millennium
now Sarah Palin is coming like the Iditarod
oh god yes no yes I am a cloud
beneath which
is no land
within which
is no moisture
it's as little as little gets
like a toadstool in the head
like a corkscrew to the fart
......................it littles out
looking avidly for shit
upon which to recline
and get with it
with a teenage sweetheart
the internet has blown every chance I had
of becoming a politician
ugh it has forced honesty upon me
yeah I agree
who cares
.
.
Monday, July 27, 2009
mittageisen
in the awful awk that the brain works oh
in silence sly savages
in flower salvage so they stoop
look how they have fallen upon that body
do you read divination in this? hey anklebones
a strange moment has come upon us
flee from the scene
large dogs like that
tic tac into the Lego baby
it's never what you think
.
.
in silence sly savages
in flower salvage so they stoop
look how they have fallen upon that body
do you read divination in this? hey anklebones
a strange moment has come upon us
flee from the scene
large dogs like that
tic tac into the Lego baby
it's never what you think
.
.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
a moment with the coconut circle
(dedicated to John Kinsella)
there in the shade in the forest
in the place near the spring
in the midday in Midsummer
coconut
that was dredged up from the sea
that was found speaking
in the rings of the sea in its rings
with magic
sea-coconut can you be real
in your dreamswirl
your kelp arbours...
so lofty as you are
we all stand watching
it ring its bright thing
it shimmers there at eye level
scruffy hairy rough little sea-god
rattling with poet-milk
a ring of pigs around the cocogod
up on their back legs
truffling the moment
who we wonder will be the first
to rush in
to start the dance
while it lasts
before we fall again
onto our front trotters
shuffle off quiet
into the stench
of hot mast
each of us now asnort in our ringing avast
bringing
our pigs to the ring
at last at last
singing our unknown things
.
there in the shade in the forest
in the place near the spring
in the midday in Midsummer
coconut
that was dredged up from the sea
that was found speaking
in the rings of the sea in its rings
with magic
sea-coconut can you be real
in your dreamswirl
your kelp arbours...
so lofty as you are
we all stand watching
it ring its bright thing
it shimmers there at eye level
scruffy hairy rough little sea-god
rattling with poet-milk
a ring of pigs around the cocogod
up on their back legs
truffling the moment
who we wonder will be the first
to rush in
to start the dance
while it lasts
before we fall again
onto our front trotters
shuffle off quiet
into the stench
of hot mast
each of us now asnort in our ringing avast
bringing
our pigs to the ring
at last at last
singing our unknown things
.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
would you cut off all your limbs for love (a poem about politics) unconvinced jitter of the low canopy
I know we have done this in jigsaw glances but I wanted to ask formally
if you would mind
making this sacrifice
if I had become paraphiliac
and just required it
these are the tests of true love caller-wauler
please keep holding
as your answer is important
it knits together here it's a little precise
nice attack of the complex patterns uh of life
let us hold hands to celebrate that one
it's between us now
in the air the ether (hold hands)
unrecoverable
I have committed myself
to a diet of cold hard unsoaked beans
I spit like a peashooter
I am a marine iguana
please keep holding
while we organise a response
now watch this seaflop dush
crushing wet cottages in the land of the giants
as he walks home dripping
seriously there's a crush I have
starting as influx entering froth
now the alchemical steel
the holding back of the rush
until the moment of caramelising
then the sink
the relief
this much chaos takes discipline
a two year old child
should be covered at all times in bright sunlight Diesel
notwithstanding
like waves of goats they came running from the hillsides
shouting Owain Owain vast deltas await you O you
look go back through it with a spacesuit
it's the only way
no it's really not
yes it etc
screw it to the sticking station
and let's none of us exactly sleepover
(got wood, yeah, Tranquility Base, got wood)
.
if you would mind
making this sacrifice
if I had become paraphiliac
and just required it
these are the tests of true love caller-wauler
please keep holding
as your answer is important
it knits together here it's a little precise
nice attack of the complex patterns uh of life
let us hold hands to celebrate that one
it's between us now
in the air the ether (hold hands)
unrecoverable
I have committed myself
to a diet of cold hard unsoaked beans
I spit like a peashooter
I am a marine iguana
please keep holding
while we organise a response
now watch this seaflop dush
crushing wet cottages in the land of the giants
as he walks home dripping
seriously there's a crush I have
starting as influx entering froth
now the alchemical steel
the holding back of the rush
until the moment of caramelising
then the sink
the relief
this much chaos takes discipline
a two year old child
should be covered at all times in bright sunlight Diesel
notwithstanding
like waves of goats they came running from the hillsides
shouting Owain Owain vast deltas await you O you
look go back through it with a spacesuit
it's the only way
no it's really not
yes it etc
screw it to the sticking station
and let's none of us exactly sleepover
(got wood, yeah, Tranquility Base, got wood)
.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Nelson's Melody
it's all black out there tonight
not a star or a stray stop-out
to steer by
just thick black tarry night
that runs into you
pushes down your throat
fills you up with stiff ink
somewhere in this Nelson night
he's standing like Churchill
by a bus stop eating sardines
soaked in Brandy
flicking the old V sign
with his ghost arm
but no one can see any of this
through this murk
that has come down
we feel our history in braille tonight
unsighted sardines
saying nothing
our throats filled with pitch
with silent cannonades
with seawater
thick with dead songs
we raise our distal
intermediate
proximal phalanges
in some skeletal shimmer
of ending defiance
nothing will be seen since
.
not a star or a stray stop-out
to steer by
just thick black tarry night
that runs into you
pushes down your throat
fills you up with stiff ink
somewhere in this Nelson night
he's standing like Churchill
by a bus stop eating sardines
soaked in Brandy
flicking the old V sign
with his ghost arm
but no one can see any of this
through this murk
that has come down
we feel our history in braille tonight
unsighted sardines
saying nothing
our throats filled with pitch
with silent cannonades
with seawater
thick with dead songs
we raise our distal
intermediate
proximal phalanges
in some skeletal shimmer
of ending defiance
nothing will be seen since
.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Mr Hargreaves the grocery necromancer with one thumb
the hit or miss governor etc I accept
these things as wonders
a burning pontoon floating out
while this continues you can detect the onset of rain
just from the feel and the look
we carry this detection
in our hemispheres like potatoes and tomatoes
they hit the ground and that's that
splat splat splat
the language has nothing
the language has nothing to do
the language has nothing to do with it
the language has nothing to do with it showing
glowing in the shape of a shop
hey Mr Hargreaves walk me to school in your cabbage white shoe polish light
mist across Liverpool huh
see here tablet eat
be well down there in chinatown
foghorns
huge cattle crashing down the Mersey
rusting back into your dirty little throat
the pontoons (firing up)
the pontoons (Grandmother)
the pontoons (no one)
oh god our kites dropping
.
these things as wonders
a burning pontoon floating out
while this continues you can detect the onset of rain
just from the feel and the look
we carry this detection
in our hemispheres like potatoes and tomatoes
they hit the ground and that's that
splat splat splat
the language has nothing
the language has nothing to do
the language has nothing to do with it
the language has nothing to do with it showing
glowing in the shape of a shop
hey Mr Hargreaves walk me to school in your cabbage white shoe polish light
mist across Liverpool huh
see here tablet eat
be well down there in chinatown
foghorns
huge cattle crashing down the Mersey
rusting back into your dirty little throat
the pontoons (firing up)
the pontoons (Grandmother)
the pontoons (no one)
oh god our kites dropping
.
Monday, July 13, 2009
two stoops over Pateley
overlooking Guisecliffe at about 3am
like a crane extended over the blue black
swirl
leaning out
I would like to suggest we abseil down
into the lost world
it's wet and hot down there
it's steep
maybe we can deal with hot
wet and steep
with North West Eliminate reared above us
it's tricky in the dark
that first traverse
but then you are on the arete
it's juggy and bright in the light
of a headtorch
cobwebs everywhere
sharp V of an arete
legs astride
a cheval
vertical
headlights beaming
some of those holds move
when you pull them
there's a little area on top
where I thought we could sit
looking down looking out
across dark Pateley
like little drunken godrats
in the gritstone
and grass
drinking watching the sunrise
kick itself right back up the hillside
.
like a crane extended over the blue black
swirl
leaning out
I would like to suggest we abseil down
into the lost world
it's wet and hot down there
it's steep
maybe we can deal with hot
wet and steep
with North West Eliminate reared above us
it's tricky in the dark
that first traverse
but then you are on the arete
it's juggy and bright in the light
of a headtorch
cobwebs everywhere
sharp V of an arete
legs astride
a cheval
vertical
headlights beaming
some of those holds move
when you pull them
there's a little area on top
where I thought we could sit
looking down looking out
across dark Pateley
like little drunken godrats
in the gritstone
and grass
drinking watching the sunrise
kick itself right back up the hillside
.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
an occurrence on sheep-creek bridge
if someone followed every cord in this carpet
I think they would walk several miles before they arrived
in the other corner
it might take a few hours
and there they would find a low roof
the persistence of arrogant sexual perversion
some candles just fallen over
spilling wax
evidence of drug-taking
clearly some dacoits had just left the scene
following the carpet god back up the hill
the sneak-god who just walked in
snuffles down in the fluff in the firelight
rolls itself in feathers
sings itself to sheep
they coo at the window astonished
as pigeons
twitching their ears
at his overtones
wondering if they should come in
but it's just not the time for sheep
nor swimmin neither
.
I think they would walk several miles before they arrived
in the other corner
it might take a few hours
and there they would find a low roof
the persistence of arrogant sexual perversion
some candles just fallen over
spilling wax
evidence of drug-taking
clearly some dacoits had just left the scene
following the carpet god back up the hill
the sneak-god who just walked in
snuffles down in the fluff in the firelight
rolls itself in feathers
sings itself to sheep
they coo at the window astonished
as pigeons
twitching their ears
at his overtones
wondering if they should come in
but it's just not the time for sheep
nor swimmin neither
.
being interview
it was as though moss
had grown over everything
the faces the torsos the carpets and TV
I ran around in the new green vacuum
shaking hands with anyone still alive
them foliate faces sneered back
down in the alley where the mushmen grow
the wind comes on and we start to slow
breaking wind is never straightforward
for adults in company
my old man laughed from the clocktower
heh he said fat remind them fat
is a feminist
tissue
I mean like atishoo
it was a joke about a pandemic
that no one got
he'd been waiting with it for years
but I was now in
a reality show
how now to eschew
like this he is cavalier with our safety
his pheromones fill the car
I cannot resist his crash and verve
O take me home before
I wet myself
Jesus is a rally driver
or something
who stopped for a piss
underneath a tree
in which a barn owl
was evacuating
this is why he has that white streak
down his face
in all authenticated photographs
his schoolmates still call him Streaky
though his new gang
are all icky and polite
he hates them really
but they buy him fish
to eat on the forest tracks
where he shoots owls
Jesus he whispers Jesus
there in the fucked frost
of his own south mouth
.
had grown over everything
the faces the torsos the carpets and TV
I ran around in the new green vacuum
shaking hands with anyone still alive
them foliate faces sneered back
down in the alley where the mushmen grow
the wind comes on and we start to slow
breaking wind is never straightforward
for adults in company
my old man laughed from the clocktower
heh he said fat remind them fat
is a feminist
tissue
I mean like atishoo
it was a joke about a pandemic
that no one got
he'd been waiting with it for years
but I was now in
a reality show
how now to eschew
like this he is cavalier with our safety
his pheromones fill the car
I cannot resist his crash and verve
O take me home before
I wet myself
Jesus is a rally driver
or something
who stopped for a piss
underneath a tree
in which a barn owl
was evacuating
this is why he has that white streak
down his face
in all authenticated photographs
his schoolmates still call him Streaky
though his new gang
are all icky and polite
he hates them really
but they buy him fish
to eat on the forest tracks
where he shoots owls
Jesus he whispers Jesus
there in the fucked frost
of his own south mouth
.
Friday, July 10, 2009
pumping the far road eastward
I am not so outsourced from humanity
and its bovine origins
that I don't feel hurt
when you dig up my relatives
there with lanterns and curses
I only bide it for the holy pumpkin
here in my stiff blanket
aloft
.
and its bovine origins
that I don't feel hurt
when you dig up my relatives
there with lanterns and curses
I only bide it for the holy pumpkin
here in my stiff blanket
aloft
.
bees of the fury
going further was no longer a choice
it had become a thing of condition
he felt it like waves
rolling in
each new tide
could mean murder or religion
so many things had become uncertain
in the middle of it all he sat
saying things like aha
the weather here oh
it shines now
where it used to shake
there are so many things to consider
when setting out to establish
a new cult
what, for instance, will we wear
and what attitude will we adopt?
it won't do at all to be complacent
for we are not merely rats
but now examples to all humanity
in our long-tailed sunshine
our incessant whirling
our devastating umbrella
of all that is new and holy
O how we advance inwards
knowing no caution
but the bees aloft
.
it had become a thing of condition
he felt it like waves
rolling in
each new tide
could mean murder or religion
so many things had become uncertain
in the middle of it all he sat
saying things like aha
the weather here oh
it shines now
where it used to shake
there are so many things to consider
when setting out to establish
a new cult
what, for instance, will we wear
and what attitude will we adopt?
it won't do at all to be complacent
for we are not merely rats
but now examples to all humanity
in our long-tailed sunshine
our incessant whirling
our devastating umbrella
of all that is new and holy
O how we advance inwards
knowing no caution
but the bees aloft
.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
fell cow from plane
her moves in the sky etc
now listen
in the askance a story unclouds
a Japanese fisher
what could he fish upwards
gazing down there Take Kakuzo
it comes from above
envisioning cows of the deep
we are beset by the pressing sky
Brother Lustig at the lake laughing
the Devil in his knapsack
you are furled in your stockpot
little yellow-winged cowman
until the cows come home to roost
three elements you may count
East/Sky/Cow
these are future/present/past
as lantern as pond imps
gathered upon you
a slow dream of sinking
in a lake with a small island
reaching down the inking
into the highland
catch now these blue oranges
which here I toss
see uproaring they spark and shout
under your hide of sparks
dance aloft then oh good grief
.
now listen
in the askance a story unclouds
a Japanese fisher
what could he fish upwards
gazing down there Take Kakuzo
it comes from above
envisioning cows of the deep
we are beset by the pressing sky
Brother Lustig at the lake laughing
the Devil in his knapsack
you are furled in your stockpot
little yellow-winged cowman
until the cows come home to roost
three elements you may count
East/Sky/Cow
these are future/present/past
as lantern as pond imps
gathered upon you
a slow dream of sinking
in a lake with a small island
reaching down the inking
into the highland
catch now these blue oranges
which here I toss
see uproaring they spark and shout
under your hide of sparks
dance aloft then oh good grief
.
cooling angels beneath broken box
I will I mean I am anyway avid
at tapping
I have realised now
the thing sits there shifty
deep in the belly
in the waiting room it slides
hey it laughs you hear the one about
no no one heard that one no
there's a thing like a trunk
keeps reaching in snuffing
fuck's sake you might say christ
you say fuck and I say banana
really does this help
outside in midsummer
when the grass is wet
oh I can't slough it up that easily
it's a waiting thing inside
that's all not a dream no
because you would dismiss that
no a turning thing inside
a shift no no
a strophe
a catastrophe
here are the forces
in which I am still banging this drum
shatter here the telephone
lean in
man my gas biceps look big tonight in candlelight
they are lifting me outta my chair
like little Hindenburgs
call me fishmale
for I am a flapper
full of gas I have come over
full of gas
I have come clover
that ship\/////////
haha foundered a new nation
it keeps coming in storms in morse code
dead to each other now
we smile every next hour pigeons
dropping on our rooftops at dawn
cooing angry stop
in heavy weather
.
at tapping
I have realised now
the thing sits there shifty
deep in the belly
in the waiting room it slides
hey it laughs you hear the one about
no no one heard that one no
there's a thing like a trunk
keeps reaching in snuffing
fuck's sake you might say christ
you say fuck and I say banana
really does this help
outside in midsummer
when the grass is wet
oh I can't slough it up that easily
it's a waiting thing inside
that's all not a dream no
because you would dismiss that
no a turning thing inside
a shift no no
a strophe
a catastrophe
here are the forces
in which I am still banging this drum
shatter here the telephone
lean in
man my gas biceps look big tonight in candlelight
they are lifting me outta my chair
like little Hindenburgs
call me fishmale
for I am a flapper
full of gas I have come over
full of gas
I have come clover
that ship\/////////
haha foundered a new nation
it keeps coming in storms in morse code
dead to each other now
we smile every next hour pigeons
dropping on our rooftops at dawn
cooing angry stop
in heavy weather
.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
every excuse for warfare
there was a poem that went nowhere
it went nowhere like this:
vat/indecision/pink/pink
they were dead voices
down the bowling alley
it dropped down
throat
heart
chakra
the anus thrust back at the face
it was disquieting
all those absences
the roof leaning in on wires
two men danced opposite each other today
each connected separated
by blades of intent
the one pulling the other
push pull you know
as though there was something in it
I mean something in it
you things of light
saying nothing
now watch this moondragon bend at the waist
and lift
.
it went nowhere like this:
vat/indecision/pink/pink
they were dead voices
down the bowling alley
it dropped down
throat
heart
chakra
the anus thrust back at the face
it was disquieting
all those absences
the roof leaning in on wires
two men danced opposite each other today
each connected separated
by blades of intent
the one pulling the other
push pull you know
as though there was something in it
I mean something in it
you things of light
saying nothing
now watch this moondragon bend at the waist
and lift
.
giants dance under the waves
don't look at me like that
what story are you trying to tell?
I can't help but hear drumming
why the silence anyway?
how do you feel about your mother?
okay I just said that
because I couldn't think
how do you feel about crows then?
do they crawl inside you and eat things?
is that too invasive?
why are you slapping the chair?
here's a story a man was typing on a computer
and an insect a tiny tiny thing was crawling
over a key that he wanted to hit
he was in a quandary because he was a kind man
who didn't like to kill things
a giant suddenly shifted itself from the paint
and masonry of the room in which he sat
for a moment it bore down upon him
it didn't grab him it just vanished
though he was left with the idea
that it could have grabbed him
this doesn't relate to the insect in the sense
that to the insect the man
was a giant
it just happened and left him confused
watching the little speck crawling
god only knows where these things go to
outside there were fireworks for Eid
he felt himself close up slightly
with each explosion
though he tried hard not to be racist
somewhere in his knees he thought
there was something locked away
to do with his mother
to do with fireworks or
rain
Eid mubarak he thought
rail travel is the future
maybe powered by high-flying balloons
maybe not that exactly but
the wind anyway must be utilised
in any future reality
at this point he paid the kind man
he was in a pretty terrible state
down the old stairs that were collapsing
into the river
.
what story are you trying to tell?
I can't help but hear drumming
why the silence anyway?
how do you feel about your mother?
okay I just said that
because I couldn't think
how do you feel about crows then?
do they crawl inside you and eat things?
is that too invasive?
why are you slapping the chair?
here's a story a man was typing on a computer
and an insect a tiny tiny thing was crawling
over a key that he wanted to hit
he was in a quandary because he was a kind man
who didn't like to kill things
a giant suddenly shifted itself from the paint
and masonry of the room in which he sat
for a moment it bore down upon him
it didn't grab him it just vanished
though he was left with the idea
that it could have grabbed him
this doesn't relate to the insect in the sense
that to the insect the man
was a giant
it just happened and left him confused
watching the little speck crawling
god only knows where these things go to
outside there were fireworks for Eid
he felt himself close up slightly
with each explosion
though he tried hard not to be racist
somewhere in his knees he thought
there was something locked away
to do with his mother
to do with fireworks or
rain
Eid mubarak he thought
rail travel is the future
maybe powered by high-flying balloons
maybe not that exactly but
the wind anyway must be utilised
in any future reality
at this point he paid the kind man
he was in a pretty terrible state
down the old stairs that were collapsing
into the river
.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
friend of goats
all goats have always loved me
in their yellow upside down eyes
I get my fist soft and ready
screw it into the skull
with sounds of affection
if necessary I'll get down in the mud
and butt her a little
till she gets the idea
then back off quick
before she gets serious
go back to the gentle fist
she will twist her head around on my knuckles
occasionally stopping to look up
to make sure I'm enjoying it as much
ah baby you okay
she says
yeah I'm okay
let's keep doing this all day
sometimes she will let me ride her
I've never got down and suckled a goat
that would be too much for me
but the feel of the hairy udders
as you squeeze them into thin jets
of milk warm and swirling with white hairs
in a pan
the smell of milk and hot pelt and dawn
yes we did this at dawn...
do you know that goats like to give birth at dawn
on calm misty days?
I always knew how to find them and when
they would be there with their hind legs apart
a little drunk from the shake of it all
somewhere behind a hedge or a barn
in the still moment
wisps of fog all around
ready to lay down in the dew
but waiting for me
it doesn't take long for them to squeeze out
but you have to keep the rats off the baby
if it's near a barn
after half an hour
we would walk back in together
both a little slimy
me carrying the newborn
her waddling a little sassy
both of us ready for applause
from our separate places
a yellow eye goat can shift
across a yard
quicker than a bird
no one will see
there I was walking in alone
my jumper covered in blood and eggwhite
sticky with secret shit
.
in their yellow upside down eyes
I get my fist soft and ready
screw it into the skull
with sounds of affection
if necessary I'll get down in the mud
and butt her a little
till she gets the idea
then back off quick
before she gets serious
go back to the gentle fist
she will twist her head around on my knuckles
occasionally stopping to look up
to make sure I'm enjoying it as much
ah baby you okay
she says
yeah I'm okay
let's keep doing this all day
sometimes she will let me ride her
I've never got down and suckled a goat
that would be too much for me
but the feel of the hairy udders
as you squeeze them into thin jets
of milk warm and swirling with white hairs
in a pan
the smell of milk and hot pelt and dawn
yes we did this at dawn...
do you know that goats like to give birth at dawn
on calm misty days?
I always knew how to find them and when
they would be there with their hind legs apart
a little drunk from the shake of it all
somewhere behind a hedge or a barn
in the still moment
wisps of fog all around
ready to lay down in the dew
but waiting for me
it doesn't take long for them to squeeze out
but you have to keep the rats off the baby
if it's near a barn
after half an hour
we would walk back in together
both a little slimy
me carrying the newborn
her waddling a little sassy
both of us ready for applause
from our separate places
a yellow eye goat can shift
across a yard
quicker than a bird
no one will see
there I was walking in alone
my jumper covered in blood and eggwhite
sticky with secret shit
.
ex libris
have we read all of these books between us?
we are now so stuffed with words
they ooze out from our holes
these books between us
somewhere far back
there was a chapter
that woke me
shook me by the ears
like a wolf
since then it's all been grazing
forgetfulness
if someone bursts in now
some wild ruffian
demanding to know at once the situation
I won't know which book to find it in
it's in all that somewhere
over there over there
I will whisper
gesturing faintly
from my seat in the orchids
as you wheeze
back there in the shadows
where I hear your chair creak
.
we are now so stuffed with words
they ooze out from our holes
these books between us
somewhere far back
there was a chapter
that woke me
shook me by the ears
like a wolf
since then it's all been grazing
forgetfulness
if someone bursts in now
some wild ruffian
demanding to know at once the situation
I won't know which book to find it in
it's in all that somewhere
over there over there
I will whisper
gesturing faintly
from my seat in the orchids
as you wheeze
back there in the shadows
where I hear your chair creak
.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Billie Jean
at his death they came out to praise him
glad that his skin would again turn black
would make him easier to employ
—Noises of the Bad People, Isobel Fluck (1989)
there's no excuse for inobesity
in an age with lipothrust
and easy credit fraud be bop be bop beat it...
only 34 only 34 no not him he look like 70
oh this ain't charlie paharker
the woman whose heart
eventually felt like a gasp
of cold morning only
the man saw himself now as an egg broke open
I looked for my humour
found it black bile unbalanced
I ate blood pudding and oysters
..............for a month I sat there like shit
I was prescribed pornography and tumult
[this part was missing but]
found his own egg in dreams
..............................in treetops
stifling and terrifying forces closed in
at the moment of waking
beat it beat it
she found now her own enemy
gathered into herself
she was a weapon
that could only be used
everything around waited for a decision
you could feel it hang
drool running out of its barrels
waiting to decide
what would be the best way to dance on this one
given that all that pissing
now had to be unpissed
she thought for a while in her dreams
that watching America do Politics
was like dying of Huntington's Chorea
by proxy
slowly
but westward look the land
is shite and Billie Jean
was not/was/was not
fucking was
yguduh
these the oysters comin in thick mothers
cross the loamin ocean-land
Billie Jean..............Billie Jean
Billie Jean..............Billie Jean
.
glad that his skin would again turn black
would make him easier to employ
—Noises of the Bad People, Isobel Fluck (1989)
there's no excuse for inobesity
in an age with lipothrust
and easy credit fraud be bop be bop beat it...
only 34 only 34 no not him he look like 70
oh this ain't charlie paharker
the woman whose heart
eventually felt like a gasp
of cold morning only
the man saw himself now as an egg broke open
I looked for my humour
found it black bile unbalanced
I ate blood pudding and oysters
..............for a month I sat there like shit
I was prescribed pornography and tumult
[this part was missing but]
found his own egg in dreams
..............................in treetops
stifling and terrifying forces closed in
at the moment of waking
beat it beat it
she found now her own enemy
gathered into herself
she was a weapon
that could only be used
everything around waited for a decision
you could feel it hang
drool running out of its barrels
waiting to decide
what would be the best way to dance on this one
given that all that pissing
now had to be unpissed
she thought for a while in her dreams
that watching America do Politics
was like dying of Huntington's Chorea
by proxy
slowly
but westward look the land
is shite and Billie Jean
was not/was/was not
fucking was
yguduh
WOOOOOOO
turb turnthese the oysters comin in thick mothers
cross the loamin ocean-land
Billie Jean..............Billie Jean
Billie Jean..............Billie Jean
.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Papua
I didn't know if the penis sheath
would work
would be considered acceptable
by the guys
but they took it in good spirit
we moved on
by lunchtime it was hardly noticed
though one old feller clasped my arm
and for a moment things whirred
around us
as if we were antennae
downloading a storm far away
channelling a storm far away
into a map awash with tears
so grey
I must bray
I held him back with my amulets
I clutched at him there
shaking things in his face
don't you know I cried
don't you know
that this is not the time?
It all seemed to smell a little
as though ghosts had walked here
stinking by as they sometimes
neither of us really knew anything
now it was over
I was again a whale or more
how did you ever could you
he said think this would work
like the boys wouldn't notice
now this and not this
is a whale
of a time
a penis sheath aristotle-onassis
pull up a chair and wriggle, bro
here-have a seminal fluid
tailcock at death's door
this is a whale of a time
about to happen
this is the place
where all doors fail
appen
.
would work
would be considered acceptable
by the guys
but they took it in good spirit
we moved on
by lunchtime it was hardly noticed
though one old feller clasped my arm
and for a moment things whirred
around us
as if we were antennae
downloading a storm far away
channelling a storm far away
into a map awash with tears
so grey
I must bray
I held him back with my amulets
I clutched at him there
shaking things in his face
don't you know I cried
don't you know
that this is not the time?
It all seemed to smell a little
as though ghosts had walked here
stinking by as they sometimes
neither of us really knew anything
now it was over
I was again a whale or more
how did you ever could you
he said think this would work
like the boys wouldn't notice
now this and not this
is a whale
of a time
a penis sheath aristotle-onassis
pull up a chair and wriggle, bro
here-have a seminal fluid
tailcock at death's door
this is a whale of a time
about to happen
this is the place
where all doors fail
appen
.
inferno walking with plans
Alfred Stieglitz died on my birthday
no one can blame him for that
but the thing is he went out dancing
carrying a pink umbrella
like he was Nietzsche's ape child
and the night you see was rather flat
not at all wild or stellar
like he might have wished
anyway that was that
if anything should die of this
then let me issue this quick kiss
that rather than be thought remiss
it all falls down in such sweet bliss
who could ask?
.
no one can blame him for that
but the thing is he went out dancing
carrying a pink umbrella
like he was Nietzsche's ape child
and the night you see was rather flat
not at all wild or stellar
like he might have wished
anyway that was that
if anything should die of this
then let me issue this quick kiss
that rather than be thought remiss
it all falls down in such sweet bliss
who could ask?
.
really nothing
all of it comes walking
in great swathes across the swamp
all of it come swamp
swathes across across
across
across
great swathes
walk and swamp and cross
sometimes
I reach out
I will kill you
how we
fall
while the currents
\
.
in great swathes across the swamp
all of it come swamp
swathes across across
across
across
great swathes
walk and swamp and cross
sometimes
I reach out
I will kill you
how we
fall
while the currents
\
.
upon the nothingness grey men erupted
we reach towards the light
the light beams down
a fly walks around inside the shade
I'm sure that fly will die
it's got nothing there
the lampshade
like some wild umbrella
lifts into the night
.
the light beams down
a fly walks around inside the shade
I'm sure that fly will die
it's got nothing there
the lampshade
like some wild umbrella
lifts into the night
.
until again the wheel starts
it was a beat
that moved in and out
I could hear voices far off
in the night
dogs barked out there
it was all maddening
somehow sadly I walked to the window
there was a thing looking in the garden
a stunted thing that ran
as the light spilled from the curtains
I went out
I found it by its beat
there behind
some shrub
it lay still jerking
but now beyond all recovery
I carried it in
it was light as a cat
light as a cat
depicted do I have to spell
I laid it out on the table
started to read slowly
there with the candles like ghosts
you in your yawning the wait and the break
the flood stops here
this barrage
we read together until morning
when the men started singing
in the room by the river
and I had to swallow
such a thing such a thing
my ancestor of night
.
that moved in and out
I could hear voices far off
in the night
dogs barked out there
it was all maddening
somehow sadly I walked to the window
there was a thing looking in the garden
a stunted thing that ran
as the light spilled from the curtains
I went out
I found it by its beat
there behind
some shrub
it lay still jerking
but now beyond all recovery
I carried it in
it was light as a cat
light as a cat
depicted do I have to spell
I laid it out on the table
started to read slowly
there with the candles like ghosts
you in your yawning the wait and the break
the flood stops here
this barrage
we read together until morning
when the men started singing
in the room by the river
and I had to swallow
such a thing such a thing
my ancestor of night
.
Friday, June 19, 2009
clocks of daylight love (the cruellest month
of all this thing that overpowers
this feeling this allowing of a thing
to sit so shaped in the head and hands
all of its shimmer its slide its positioning
that follows with this ease and breath
easing itself out into the other thing
it is closed together closing opening
give give this itself is time and time's slow climate
and then only the next moment
but open all of your places
on/off press here this here these are things
that are fishes that dream through us here this
is a soft anvil upon which we loll and wind
here are cats and birds rolling out their things
to be known to be known to me
all of me your flickering back its reptile flick
of catenary sloughs off
..............................rain
[along which my earthing only]
that lift and heave and slump
its sudden shake of electric downs
our own sea creatures now stark
live in the arrival of summer frets
here on the spread of day spread
under arches of heather low
as breaking this is the sea's weave
it is the clam's clutch deep and high
and high and mid-high rearing purple
flowers up from the storm these lows
grasp fossil forces night forces up
.......up from the loam and intake
as kestrels in the moment break off
then see again and re-engage
.........................seeing harder
hissing and whirring no more stop stop
then only then only
................the stoop
.
this feeling this allowing of a thing
to sit so shaped in the head and hands
all of its shimmer its slide its positioning
that follows with this ease and breath
easing itself out into the other thing
it is closed together closing opening
give give this itself is time and time's slow climate
and then only the next moment
but open all of your places
on/off press here this here these are things
that are fishes that dream through us here this
is a soft anvil upon which we loll and wind
here are cats and birds rolling out their things
to be known to be known to me
all of me your flickering back its reptile flick
of catenary sloughs off
..............................rain
[along which my earthing only]
that lift and heave and slump
its sudden shake of electric downs
our own sea creatures now stark
live in the arrival of summer frets
here on the spread of day spread
under arches of heather low
as breaking this is the sea's weave
it is the clam's clutch deep and high
and high and mid-high rearing purple
flowers up from the storm these lows
grasp fossil forces night forces up
.......up from the loam and intake
as kestrels in the moment break off
then see again and re-engage
.........................seeing harder
hissing and whirring no more stop stop
then only then only
................the stoop
.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
really the technic stigma
as if the whole world could be shoved
into greater or lesser meaning he advances
with a club in each hand dripping from the throttle
now I and YOU is angry he states
there by the canal
as if a starry sacrifice had been made
he jumps
the world the world
reels out in his wake
as if as if nothing
further
don't you get it
a giraffe walked on the highway
nothing changed
everything in its infancy
looked back
said NO
all over hives
in earnest proportions
bread
arose
.
into greater or lesser meaning he advances
with a club in each hand dripping from the throttle
now I and YOU is angry he states
there by the canal
as if a starry sacrifice had been made
he jumps
the world the world
reels out in his wake
as if as if nothing
further
don't you get it
a giraffe walked on the highway
nothing changed
everything in its infancy
looked back
said NO
all over hives
in earnest proportions
bread
arose
.
Catholicon
I have carefully read over this Little Volume for Children and have found nothing whatever in it contrary to the doctrines of Holy Faith; but, on the contrary, a great deal to charm, instruct, and edify our youthful classes, for whose benefit it has been written
—William Meagher, Vicar General, Dublin, December 14, 1855
The fourth dungeon is the boiling kettle
listen there is a sound
like that of a kettle boiling the blood
the blood is boiling in the scalded brains of that boy
the brain is bubbling in his head
the marrow is bubbling in his bones
the fifth dungeon is the red-hot oven
in which is a little child
hear how it screams to come out
see how it turns and twists itself about
in the fire it beats its head
against the roof of the oven
it stamps its feet upon the floor
of the oven
(outflarfed from the Roman Catholic Book for Children by Reverend J. Furniss, may he live in righteousness)
.
—William Meagher, Vicar General, Dublin, December 14, 1855
The fourth dungeon is the boiling kettle
listen there is a sound
like that of a kettle boiling the blood
the blood is boiling in the scalded brains of that boy
the brain is bubbling in his head
the marrow is bubbling in his bones
the fifth dungeon is the red-hot oven
in which is a little child
hear how it screams to come out
see how it turns and twists itself about
in the fire it beats its head
against the roof of the oven
it stamps its feet upon the floor
of the oven
(outflarfed from the Roman Catholic Book for Children by Reverend J. Furniss, may he live in righteousness)
.
tennis shoes alert ish
I wish it was different there
I wish I could sit all night
stroking your hair
in some dim light
that you would wake and smile
pull me down
into your defile
your place behind the town
I wish
squish
like licorice
fish
ish
.
I wish I could sit all night
stroking your hair
in some dim light
that you would wake and smile
pull me down
into your defile
your place behind the town
I wish
squish
like licorice
fish
ish
.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
rough guide
ugg a catastrophic scarab
a dung beetle
my cigarettes just crashed
rattling upon the floor
the world flew all into pieces
the chair legs
the windows
collapsed
sent us rolling
in the surf and the roar
the skegs did doze
like fleeces
prolapsed under the tolling
if I was an Arab
I'd say the street'll
get you hashed
battling for more
there were weasels
there were weasels
in the verve and uproar
in old dark CaIRO
IN old durk cairO
the fucking divvil I am
he says breathing hard contorts
these late night sorts
old style flicknife in my chin
buy my heroin
give me your cheques
I have no fear
this year
from the polis
mister three trees
mister three
for one
my sister
young boy fuckhash gong
yours taxi moment kung fu blowjob
dark spread spread burger mango juice
you wait
.
a dung beetle
my cigarettes just crashed
rattling upon the floor
the world flew all into pieces
the chair legs
the windows
collapsed
sent us rolling
in the surf and the roar
the skegs did doze
like fleeces
prolapsed under the tolling
if I was an Arab
I'd say the street'll
get you hashed
battling for more
there were weasels
there were weasels
in the verve and uproar
in old dark CaIRO
IN old durk cairO
the fucking divvil I am
he says breathing hard contorts
these late night sorts
old style flicknife in my chin
buy my heroin
give me your cheques
I have no fear
this year
from the polis
mister three trees
mister three
for one
my sister
young boy fuckhash gong
yours taxi moment kung fu blowjob
dark spread spread burger mango juice
you wait
.
Prime Time
I'm applying in advance
for that slot
wondering if you can fit me in
next Thursday
in that hour
between Celebrity Wife Swap
& Big Brother
of course it won't take an hour
but I thought we might chat
afterwards
.
for that slot
wondering if you can fit me in
next Thursday
in that hour
between Celebrity Wife Swap
& Big Brother
of course it won't take an hour
but I thought we might chat
afterwards
.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
politic submarine vision during knee surgery
she wakes
they look down at her
the indignant horror of boys
caught in their mother's purse
red-handed
it's okay she mutters I was out walking in the fields
feeling that curious hole in herself
till the gas starts again
in her mask
.
they look down at her
the indignant horror of boys
caught in their mother's purse
red-handed
it's okay she mutters I was out walking in the fields
feeling that curious hole in herself
till the gas starts again
in her mask
.
Monday, June 08, 2009
fields of owl glass
I have elegised that owl out there
I hear him wail his strix as we speak
sometime last night I knew
he was not a lullaby
he is a warbling madman drained of blood
his beak thick with dried flies
tied to the wheel coming fast across the field
his eyes fixed on soft parts
a shriek out there
he has got the cat
next it's me I know
if I don't make it
to the window
to issue my glow
.
I hear him wail his strix as we speak
sometime last night I knew
he was not a lullaby
he is a warbling madman drained of blood
his beak thick with dried flies
tied to the wheel coming fast across the field
his eyes fixed on soft parts
a shriek out there
he has got the cat
next it's me I know
if I don't make it
to the window
to issue my glow
.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
voice of violet war
put here your illegal ear
to the crystal set
his wartime voice of the hollows calls
Danzig—the Finland Station—Archangel
from tractors in rubble London cat-calling
Enigma coding nickel from The Finns/oil from Ploesti
......... morsing out Ultra
London crawling into its own rats unreal the voice of paper night
sirens overarching stalking Goering's drub...
violet descent gratified
all stations all stations
descent will be gratified
towers of rats escape the thin megaphone
flow down into an underworld
that wafts out a stench of its new organs
at Saint Pancras at the King's Cross
all-atlantic emergency
from Hut 9 Hut 10 unknown
maybe it's because I'm
so many children now laugh in new rubber faces
not hearing these glass these fog signals fly in
from the North Sea pinned across fuel oil fires
on vast maps lights that burn and disappear
as the pieces are swept from the table
weather report from location X12T set fair homeward
into the cold alive moment
frozen in the warm moment
all stopped held tight the thin voice
the moment
that says let us go then you
Queen Mary ship of dreams coming
over rooftops at night
at night at black midday
solve et coagula Saint Paul's in the smoke
report fire here light and not light and light there look
every light in its own water not yet the nigredo or the yellowing
so many of us just quietly borne away
little fires at sea
gone out
to the crystal set
his wartime voice of the hollows calls
Danzig—the Finland Station—Archangel
from tractors in rubble London cat-calling
Enigma coding nickel from The Finns/oil from Ploesti
......... morsing out Ultra
London crawling into its own rats unreal the voice of paper night
sirens overarching stalking Goering's drub...
violet descent gratified
all stations all stations
descent will be gratified
towers of rats escape the thin megaphone
flow down into an underworld
that wafts out a stench of its new organs
at Saint Pancras at the King's Cross
all-atlantic emergency
from Hut 9 Hut 10 unknown
maybe it's because I'm
so many children now laugh in new rubber faces
not hearing these glass these fog signals fly in
from the North Sea pinned across fuel oil fires
on vast maps lights that burn and disappear
as the pieces are swept from the table
weather report from location X12T set fair homeward
into the cold alive moment
frozen in the warm moment
all stopped held tight the thin voice
the moment
that says let us go then you
Queen Mary ship of dreams coming
over rooftops at night
at night at black midday
solve et coagula Saint Paul's in the smoke
report fire here light and not light and light there look
every light in its own water not yet the nigredo or the yellowing
so many of us just quietly borne away
little fires at sea
gone out
Modernism under the sirens paralysed
he says a mother's love is guaranteed
is instinctual but mine is not
a father's love must be earned
it is not innate is not certain
he looks down at his young son
as he says this thing
his son who will not grasp this moment
and though he feels its wind through him
will arrive at its meaning only gradually
when it has done its work
too late to unpick
will know only then
how a strand of his life
was pulled out
a story was flung struggling into the fire
a script was written
in a dark tongue
sending him down slowly some dark culvert
under dim gaslight to learn brutally
that such denied love
was never a cause for such regret
that its denial was the only gift given
by the one who couldn't give
.
is instinctual but mine is not
a father's love must be earned
it is not innate is not certain
he looks down at his young son
as he says this thing
his son who will not grasp this moment
and though he feels its wind through him
will arrive at its meaning only gradually
when it has done its work
too late to unpick
will know only then
how a strand of his life
was pulled out
a story was flung struggling into the fire
a script was written
in a dark tongue
sending him down slowly some dark culvert
under dim gaslight to learn brutally
that such denied love
was never a cause for such regret
that its denial was the only gift given
by the one who couldn't give
.
Friday, June 05, 2009
mad caskets
that sniff of orgone
when you drop it
Madagascar
lemurs tiptoe
all of us had to smile
at the pirates
wading in
over the mussel beds
cutting up their feet
singing as they came on
sitting picking shell
from their toes
not even stopping
to catch
the shining shellfish
that floated like jokes
at their feet
we cried these guy
are murder drum slo-weep for my soft pig
.
.
when you drop it
Madagascar
lemurs tiptoe
all of us had to smile
at the pirates
wading in
over the mussel beds
cutting up their feet
singing as they came on
sitting picking shell
from their toes
not even stopping
to catch
the shining shellfish
that floated like jokes
at their feet
we cried these guy
are murder drum slo-weep for my soft pig
.
.
god of the white people
it's not just the cigarettes
the alcohol
it's more that your head
has just floated away
that you have turned into
some sort of owl cartoon
even here at these temperatures
on these submerged stones
things cling
of course
it amazes all of us
we all comment upon it during the walk
across the seabed
to meet your many-armed mother
at it again
with the gardener
in her basalt caverns
.
the alcohol
it's more that your head
has just floated away
that you have turned into
some sort of owl cartoon
even here at these temperatures
on these submerged stones
things cling
of course
it amazes all of us
we all comment upon it during the walk
across the seabed
to meet your many-armed mother
at it again
with the gardener
in her basalt caverns
.
owl car toon
sidewalk they mill themselves
to a hiphop waft low-hung buttock sun
in the sudden sun suddenly
a fatass convertible slowly sudding with sunlight
drifts by driven by the drooling owls
alla them hooting out drear derision
to the sidewalking crab crew
oh my sheer godman it's another
driveby hooting incident
.
to a hiphop waft low-hung buttock sun
in the sudden sun suddenly
a fatass convertible slowly sudding with sunlight
drifts by driven by the drooling owls
alla them hooting out drear derision
to the sidewalking crab crew
oh my sheer godman it's another
driveby hooting incident
.
upjets of the scoot plitic
there in the market
he burns himself
whittles down
with his own teeth
his heft
I have come to be honest
I am not arrogant
see me before you unarmoured
I smile like a facebook on drugs
my girl-smile my garden unfolded
I am all such pink in a heavy suit
there in the market watched
he burns he whittles he is not
a Buddhist monk this is not
that burning
only a death of a thousand tics
a string accompaniment
of mass public bukkake
.
.
he burns himself
whittles down
with his own teeth
his heft
I have come to be honest
I am not arrogant
see me before you unarmoured
I smile like a facebook on drugs
my girl-smile my garden unfolded
I am all such pink in a heavy suit
there in the market watched
he burns he whittles he is not
a Buddhist monk this is not
that burning
only a death of a thousand tics
a string accompaniment
of mass public bukkake
.
.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
melas zomos episode 1 (to William Fairbrother)
there's no love out there in politics
this ashtray is a startling affair
the ash-rabbit who watches at dawn
is not the same rabbit who you once knew
my parents were old when they first ate beans
by firelight
Elvis and Bing both slid
we are all of us stuffed with the unrecognisable
events coming down from hills
unacceptable though it seems{Hue][Hue][reas][on]
unwields all
secondary sexual parts existing in part
because people like to look at them
the man is furniture and not furniture
he waits all day for a phone to alert him
to the basic event
of his own sad clothing
on fire
you would not run into that building
I might do it if someone loved me enough
I am a hero bringing out prostrate children-women
beaks full of writhing fry
O in my heart I wear such aurora
of the elliptic fuck that everyway
firepeople have entered myth eek sith what now what now?
they are now endowed with the power of flight is it flite
you have a metal detector
people say bad things about you for this reason
others jumped from the sky
rather than burn all day
none of us will guarantee everlasting love
that's just an intoxicated lie
none of us will hold the hands
of people with burning hands
all of us are hands
burning to be held
these trees were not here
before the burn
yesterday when you jumped
burning into words
into
.
this ashtray is a startling affair
the ash-rabbit who watches at dawn
is not the same rabbit who you once knew
my parents were old when they first ate beans
by firelight
Elvis and Bing both slid
we are all of us stuffed with the unrecognisable
events coming down from hills
unacceptable though it seems{Hue][Hue][reas][on]
unwields all
secondary sexual parts existing in part
because people like to look at them
the man is furniture and not furniture
he waits all day for a phone to alert him
to the basic event
of his own sad clothing
on fire
you would not run into that building
I might do it if someone loved me enough
I am a hero bringing out prostrate children-women
beaks full of writhing fry
O in my heart I wear such aurora
of the elliptic fuck that everyway
firepeople have entered myth eek sith what now what now?
they are now endowed with the power of flight is it flite
you have a metal detector
people say bad things about you for this reason
others jumped from the sky
rather than burn all day
none of us will guarantee everlasting love
that's just an intoxicated lie
none of us will hold the hands
of people with burning hands
all of us are hands
burning to be held
these trees were not here
before the burn
yesterday when you jumped
burning into words
into
.
Monday, June 01, 2009
undead words whispered at grope lane
but in the mouth of a lover
what better word
in your ear
in your moment
this word unspeakable
this soft exciting word
this way into all our things shared
not an insult
only an invitation and a cry
fuck let it ring
its tender magical description
its aperture its opening
over the night
let it glow down
its pink light
fucking-word
sharing-word
adult-word
the only word of power
we have left
.
what better word
in your ear
in your moment
this word unspeakable
this soft exciting word
this way into all our things shared
not an insult
only an invitation and a cry
fuck let it ring
its tender magical description
its aperture its opening
over the night
let it glow down
its pink light
fucking-word
sharing-word
adult-word
the only word of power
we have left
.
mother of the raingod
the sickness is a gravel rain
in the throat
bursting alive/dead
shoving tears from any
conduit such perseverance
backing itself into secondary
sickness stand here now and look
someone after all will like you
this new Spring is a bright rain
over the garden you are not choking
this is rain that you can feel
even from deep in there this rain
is coloured is warm
but over the rising smoke
the banging bell butts at such jokes
the fell falls on your emptying
chambers their empty wells
your throat dry from such hard laughing
.
in the throat
bursting alive/dead
shoving tears from any
conduit such perseverance
backing itself into secondary
sickness stand here now and look
someone after all will like you
this new Spring is a bright rain
over the garden you are not choking
this is rain that you can feel
even from deep in there this rain
is coloured is warm
but over the rising smoke
the banging bell butts at such jokes
the fell falls on your emptying
chambers their empty wells
your throat dry from such hard laughing
.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
fruchtnoten: the crunch of chitin body parts
how summer was a great orange beetle
spreading itself on the landmaking it sweat making haymaking
men coat themselves making whirring flecks
all dead as doors shake white shake with it
the house of dreams
the obsolete work of making and shaking
all dead as doors shake white shake with it
the house of dreams
the obsolete work of making and shaking
hay that shone in the mouths
of the giant cattle
there by the wet ...................................................................................or dry river
of which we did not speak
with such mouths stuffed with hay
of how a man who went into a bar hollow with thieves
said what do you call a parrot
with three beaks
how all of it like that
will fade gibbering fixation
upon body parts
here because death
with three beaks
how all of it like that
will fade gibbering fixation
upon body parts
here because death
lonely death knows love better &, uh, wetter
now all your hollows will speak again
.
dolls in the attic
trees shake in low light
words poems I slept with
fragmented upon waking
into things I couldn't
get to work
birds were there
not singing
peering out
strangers
in the lower branches
where the foliage
was thick
all of it shattered and silent
menace
.
words poems I slept with
fragmented upon waking
into things I couldn't
get to work
birds were there
not singing
peering out
strangers
in the lower branches
where the foliage
was thick
all of it shattered and silent
menace
.
Latin thrush
in Yorvik are some copralites
rich in frozen parasites
fossil bran we also scan
in those historic Viking shites
.
rich in frozen parasites
fossil bran we also scan
in those historic Viking shites
.
now shut up and do it
get a load of this
while it's still free motherhead a rapture
with which a teenager claws his first
is it after all you that sends me these messages
while I sleep? no that is some turtle fantasy
of irises of wet erections bursting
in bed so bloody so ugly in breakage
listen now to these trees in early summer light
midnight has not taken
meaning from them
you are a woken cannibal at prayer
starting like hares standing my senses
spring
why all of this is so young
why I gladly roll into you
dream figure at the end
of silhouette alleys singing
swells and ways and swells within
.
.
while it's still free motherhead a rapture
with which a teenager claws his first
is it after all you that sends me these messages
while I sleep? no that is some turtle fantasy
of irises of wet erections bursting
in bed so bloody so ugly in breakage
listen now to these trees in early summer light
midnight has not taken
meaning from them
you are a woken cannibal at prayer
starting like hares standing my senses
spring
why all of this is so young
why I gladly roll into you
dream figure at the end
of silhouette alleys singing
swells and ways and swells within
.
.
Friday, May 29, 2009
shrink
drag him into the woods
this scared boy
beat him
call him names
tie him to a tree
pour on the petrol
by now he is begging
crying
do it, pour it on
play with it
there is nothing in you
that can stop this now
get your lighter out
light him up
whoof
stand back
watch, listen
even you will be wide-eyed now
in this shrieking incendiary moment
how long does it take
for the screams to stop?
only a minute, probably
now you can go forward
to this better life
free of this irritant
you have felled your adversary
you have buried him
in shallow loam
you have conquered
you are free
you are the sound
of one hand clapping
in a woodland fire
.
.
this scared boy
beat him
call him names
tie him to a tree
pour on the petrol
by now he is begging
crying
do it, pour it on
play with it
there is nothing in you
that can stop this now
get your lighter out
light him up
whoof
stand back
watch, listen
even you will be wide-eyed now
in this shrieking incendiary moment
how long does it take
for the screams to stop?
only a minute, probably
now you can go forward
to this better life
free of this irritant
you have felled your adversary
you have buried him
in shallow loam
you have conquered
you are free
you are the sound
of one hand clapping
in a woodland fire
.
.
cows of a the causeway
Ross point wide open to common slap
back skerrs cow-samphire to the swab the granary the snook
waders look the puffin ternburrows overarch nessending
here a deaded whale a heave of keel heads
the sandham the sand ham the holy head braes
shivering chapel, bride's hole, cockly knowes
aloft broaches allover allmouth squalls of reeled sandeels
from oyster scaps neaped without a flood-end we have it
burrowed as cow-caving Cuthberts on the causeway
of the sea's waste Jack's waste sand's waste south lows
at long batt a seacow levelling troughs
seaweeding of a heading reach into the guile
the stiel of parton and fold soft transports caught out late
beneath the laddered outer safeties
of the skate road at neely and madge sea campion
all dead reckoned the midnight at three tide-race welled
back again curling as wave-cows into the cush-place
of holy island and all at slow sussurating cow-claps
of harbour itself harboured gathered and held face
as only whipping dawn would elapse
.
back skerrs cow-samphire to the swab the granary the snook
waders look the puffin ternburrows overarch nessending
here a deaded whale a heave of keel heads
the sandham the sand ham the holy head braes
shivering chapel, bride's hole, cockly knowes
aloft broaches allover allmouth squalls of reeled sandeels
from oyster scaps neaped without a flood-end we have it
burrowed as cow-caving Cuthberts on the causeway
of the sea's waste Jack's waste sand's waste south lows
at long batt a seacow levelling troughs
seaweeding of a heading reach into the guile
the stiel of parton and fold soft transports caught out late
beneath the laddered outer safeties
of the skate road at neely and madge sea campion
all dead reckoned the midnight at three tide-race welled
back again curling as wave-cows into the cush-place
of holy island and all at slow sussurating cow-claps
of harbour itself harboured gathered and held face
as only whipping dawn would elapse
.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
grey mist heads off archaic daylight
to the thuawking spring of jackdaws
at dawn
as if only this mattered
how now they cry and try
a gormless silence battered
to a longing squawk
a cartoon-reared auk
of some council tattered
of beaks that hang fry
festooned and scattered
close-lorn
to an awkward ring of slack jaws
.
.
at dawn
as if only this mattered
how now they cry and try
a gormless silence battered
to a longing squawk
a cartoon-reared auk
of some council tattered
of beaks that hang fry
festooned and scattered
close-lorn
to an awkward ring of slack jaws
.
.
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