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when they took the boy's heart out found it full of ash and dead flies like a lantern in a cabin by a sick bend in the river flicking aw...

she always an aeroplane anyway but when this happened she just took flight as though some great wave come up behind her full of geese and sw...

oh christ the wash from your passing pulled my pegs out now I'm sideways across at 6am with a headful of wet I want to run down the path...

dragline that floats and whips sheer across the cut a pencil-thick polymer of this would stop a 747 tear its wings right off but it's da...

you bouncing ghost along dawn's shining absconding with my soul . . .

there's a nursing feel to it what she does with such familiar routine but who will complain when nerve endings are locking like that dis...

that made him yearn not for women not water's shades some same cool and riversides and rat-shatters and ice and low bursts and green fin...

Yes, I know that this poem seems to descend into gibberish pretty regularly, and that it has absolutely wild shifts in register (from the co...

flies found it five days before humans that smell insect attack fingers on keys not even slumped but purple-grey, mottled, the way they get ...

all of me now given to this moment of mirrored green sighs O we now so so dark can't hold you forever sometime will have to let you your...

some coded rip of iteration zilches over landing zones straafing with zero-words a fleeting dance we are then forced to adopt as though a Ta...

light above light, flowers? this the fire us coughing, us, this? hearted all driftings, smokes, rivers, small changes come now this querray,...

............................ slick as vampire night she turns her head shows her teeth quite white .......................... but extended ...

it vanishes quickly but even in sheer darkness the moment itself for crying deep is not lost like tempora or gouache even frottage laid deep...

why don't we give them East Anglia? want they can build a wall around it keep the Phillistines out West Banksy can float around spray so...

They came on in the same old way, and we stopped them in the same old way - Arthur Wellesley on in the same old way we stopped this fall of ...

white shadows of frost paint rooftops on the field— sunlight green above . .

midst of tilt her bright fixes an azimuth of night (will not now cry its last) of arc—vectors of arousal carouse here drunk as all splashing...

they got the Gambinos finally that scrub and vinland olive heart attack gave me shudders as if what somewhere out there snipers wait for Sai...

evidently supertuesday and not one solid pancake to enliven a notification of aquifers in the corner a capsized toilet brush holder leaks fa...

. one more way of not dying (you look up into distance look down again upon far blue worlds choking Buddhas scratch back up—erect of spin an...

"I inhaled frequently—that was the point" - Barack Obama

"Sending out an SOS sending out an SOS..." The Police YOU'RE walking past [light speed] the house at three a.m all the light...

"Don't pray to that, it's not the sun" - Frank Redcar fifty thousand sugarbabes breathing out black fire as sure as eggs i...

Can’t you see I’m stretching Rumi? —I’m an emotional Rumi researcher I run barefoot Rumi everything jade green far-off lands, furniture... N...

"I've got a bastard behind the eyes" - Withnail and I let's look at this again both ancient and modern writers seem to os...

this train becomes worm .............................. become arm reaching white skinny through warm ............................. skyline t...

the colour is cold slow motion seeping in chinks with a dry hurtle of Spring this way we flag embrace draw together ducted press bind and re...

Reichstag thermite blah white hot in the ruins of recount of a democratic party late in the day and the barbecue just cold ash (many inconve...

making bread as ritual —kneading, plying itself a connection with a thousand generations of women on their knees, pounding fists in unclean ...

Barbie was the original Red Whore, subverting... the ghost of the Mahdi stirs in his desert capsule at Omdurman— such dreams riding a wild c...

I was recently reminded of this wonderful Akkadian poem. Pretty sure the copyright has lapsed, so I thought I'd post it here. It's q...

Strapped to a board his body jerked and spasmed for some moments as the last volts of rage, the final syllables of paroxysm, earthed through...

"Keep coming through on the radio..." - The Rezillos this is no place and the fires at one stroke go out like tides of air not a ...

even my coming here at all I tell them has been fraught with elemental forces what are you, they ask, what? battleship, I say, fresh from th...

I expected the Trojan Horse (that was par for the course) but the Trojan Rhino was a new one on me it jumped right out of the infected PC ra...

we eventually split up because she believed in a genetic predisposition and I favoured the argument that nurture alone would do it just as w...

Astride no ass unplagued by doves in ragged canvas dried up weathered down stumbling in thirsty-ugly-needy shoes creaking hide and jackdaws ...

looked in the mirror saw Lucky Luciano looking out them dead eyes wasn't interceding to prevent espionage wasn't facing deportation ...

. they are ancient—time of death—still intimate these two—you know—close as hamsters—still sex—even then—yes not like some others—hating—you...

... said this fifteen years ago—that's not possible—terrible how she kicked and struggled—even wrote it down somewhere—paper, you know—...

how will you reach me now here in this still place? what channels are open? what secret ways? is there any chance that now, even now you wil...

. If mountain gods and ogres had souls, then those cables that sing upwards, trembling with our lives, would be telegraphs, conduits through...

he zooms into her she does this to him, pulls him in with all the gravity of herself he awakes into her like twisting a lens into focus and ...

yeah, they gather their dead leaves about them and head for the next lonely planet convinced about it, death, resurrection they fly and you ...

it all smells like a distant abattoir a syringe boils away in a plastic kettle we just look at it, all dumbstruck, bored anyway it's aft...

here is a broken casement, a mouth knocking in the wind where a thief entered the house where night leaked in crept up through the floors li...

No whale oil streetlight-spermaceti (funnelled pale through rancid copper pipes from the South Pacific/Atlantic) bubbles; no cannibal stars ...

. (able but unwilling to stop evil?) Epicurus has seen all this before emptiness coiling-arching-ejaculating little wriggling radio-sparks (...

I'm sharing giving him the passwords the codes and ciphers the salutes and signs the shibboleths even the redundancy, the vital nuancial...

Emily walks on Sun Street lifting her hems like wings over the buried setts her sinking couch far off, velvet and haze, her scratching panes...

you Li Po twelve hundred years later kill all dolphins in the Yangtse with your poems' potent yells you Li Po lunatic you, Li Po are dro...

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Où maintenant, Li Po? chez Li Bai? chez Du Fu? Dites moi vite et fort en lettres de fumée sainte où?

World in which he hangs empty of everything but wind and light this falling one will never now hit the ground, slide pins into holes, comple...

a stranger who has died comes to the door invisible as wind the door opens, closes, nothing you wonder as you turn away who was that who scr...

fingerbells in a house fire on a neck tuned to fourths a long-ago Christmas wakes at midnight shifty on a bar stool as a cat reeling on ice ...

Mahmoud is on fire tonight spinning like the monkey god won't stop dancing for long enough for you to get near pin him up against the wa...

1492 was a bad year for the postmoderns Taino didn't see the Columbine Weaver coming down with a quadrant and cross-staff from Cadiz and...

Canada geese float on light Wind in Scotch pines Clouds amongst the lilies Arrows shivering in warm air Lady Blantyre reads the wooden pages...

Walk in invisible ruins hands outstretched like dowsers sensing with fingers the sharp tinge, the chill of ghosts, rise in the mind from the...

In the appropriation of fragments of text from their initial context, Orzel poetry allows those fragments to live again, to be reread outsid...

. [this] sinking ship's bilgewash scubmarean pelagiene sparkledown anglerfishtonic bedsheen starryvene curvenacht moonin-choristatomene...

(and the Lamper will venture out of his air-conditioned idyll) it's writ in the Paros gab ......... some people just that sort of people...

I'm on the glacier early enough to see a body drift by two feet down splayed and twisted in old red nylon and a rictus of frozen shout d...

went to see the new Nick Berg beheading movie and Christ I had to sleep all night with the light on laughing like Linda Blair's head sp...

never like this, Andy Warhol avoided your eyes, looked away for the summer the kids came to as though all along there had been a problem of ...

robot stretches out runs through his circuits feeling for sleep lights play across his shell dance like tension tics-- a humming through sub...

the queen in the mountains could not see the clouds swirling over the capitol the fountain squares reeled with pigeons the turrets and balus...

These are filaments of light or perhaps plant tissue or flesh--cellular rods that grow in memory at least and defy all definition all attent...

the Baltic loved one who sleeps - Jeremy Prynne might in fact be a submarine skulking and "echoing" in territorial waters - John...

feels like the carving of a nation from new air or dreams or the long address to the world on urgent matters --the removal of doubt the reso...

Spots on the crossjack and moonsail flots make dead leeway toward five stars east gaff the yards I have not creased one hand for... one hand...

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa like this? Is it? hold you down? insert a catheter? Huh, what? Huh? I only g et up like what 3 times a night don't even ...

who is this speaking I'm lisnin up hard who you know who I don't you do I went there for some reconciling that's all yes but you...

I was listening to John Tavener's 'The Protecting Veil': what does this music have to do with a protecting veil? How does this ...

( In the lame way the mindless find sparks fires ice love bright coal silence feeling ) there on the hillside look are men with nets and pin...