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all night the sound of water tapping —lost love .

anxiously checking  his breath in the little bunk —still life .

this dead food at 6am —memories .

hands like a tide under the covers —her swells . .

all the young frogs croaking —surprise frost . .

that wild buzz of controlled fear —a  bee in a glass .

take this but not that? no, take this and then that too what am I or you a series only an assemblage in potential to be constructed chimer...

two ladies whose talk was quite risqué  once sat in a bar near to Biscay  one said 'though I'd quite like  to make love on a bike  p...

T hatte mediaeval Bestiary says of the Beaver that when pursued for his  Orchids he will tear off them (off) with his  owne Teeth the...

on the moors the wind is a kind of silence I remember nothing at all was not there knew nothing there is ash all down the coverlets bu...

in these wild days I go out in a basque  what do you mean it's too late?  imagine that—a gun against your/my head  I'd say shoot fir...

Lily Cove 1906 falling from that balloon over Haworth Moor the puff and heave such a day of all summers for the heather elocution and pne...

why are so many film directors obese? must be the diet of worms and lost love but you are on this windy clifftop your wild hair always sh...

Kofee Annan (sp?) says well all this killing in Syria it is unacceptable I couldn't have put it better but more importantly the role of...

the funny man climbs up to the window at night crawls in kills everyone with a shotgun their heads all over the walls this is momentaril...

cunnilingual mother of us all tongue-sea ling and grey-ling the ing of fambly your lost glottis frots the wet frottage bright then the th...

walking to unsigned unassigned unassignated musics though different generations we are as brothers I was so out of it it was all power gam...

overnight the drifts suddenly something (I had never seen madmen ) I gave her the part right away Michael got a slot in the paper this ye...

in a way a way you are the dead helicopter sweeping light over the rooftops back there the year 2000 even before everything had happened ...

a man in the torpedo tube breaks oh his kneecap silence it takes sixteen hours to find him [killing at least thirty people[] I'd ha...

Marie Colvin parachutes from the sky she is in the 101st Airborne she ends up surrounded but like they say paratroops are always suppose...

at 03:03 one night a woman sawed off the feet of her companion in that bed in that place in that hour and in that love and context and poe...

dead white frogs float in the early melt —no snooze button . .

a squirrel plays in snowy pines —learning difficulties .

"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't re...

this is mental illness the fingers that reach for the keys, the buttons, the zip have no heads they are mouthing but nothing he wants to...

this is all somehow feral and dangerous—that fifteen minutes of appraisal and the engine running let's go get wasted let's get sh...

one phantom swell       that gulfs from the deepst that played or foundered as feld/spa for its innate.exate.rotunda see whaT I coulda BE...

the dead place the voice place the noises of pigeons scrabbling on the roof chirping in 1924/a man/from The East/with a curved sword erup...

this room is on fire I am something like terrified it is 3 am I am nearly dead with cigarettes I look stupid I want a fight it i...

if i could relax in some corner of a foreign field then only think of me this my senses my tendrils my filaments straight to the bone or ...

clitoris is always attached now to circumcision it has creased African matriarchs approaching with rusty antique knives not less it is it...

sixteen degrees of sex that went nowhere legs all wet but nothing you don't know you don't think he is camels, antelopes, Islami...

The Triggerfish Critical Review issue 8 is now out and includes three of my poems as well as a whole bunch of excellent stuff by all sor...

creeps of sunlight over the saltmarsh bells everywhere too what bells such? nothing left beneath only a tiny skeleta there in the wind fr...

I think that even if we were washed up together on a desert island me and David Cameron thrown together only each other to augment and cu...

the Zoroastrians got this right that The Lie was the principle of Evil after that everything is scattered feathers and coconuts bouncin...

[don't get lost in the fascination of the approach though your blood races to row the tender onshore to have strange outcries on th...

the dream slump of this the dream morphology we are running through strange towns we are entering a cave a green place but the heat the n...

the investigation is still very much — indeterminate policewoman on BBC Radio 4 American politics is a voodoo village clustered around a...

Read it! This is the last straw! What are we going to do?  Blistering barnacles, what are we going to do? —Why Sex is Not Fun, by Captain ...

not until the wind rips the feet leaves you face down gasping looking into a tunnel you never knew not until some volcano streams down a...

the meaning the involvement there is no meaning or involvement she does it like the first chapter of a novel sat there in the bathroo...

this level of toxicology you feel the pulse like someone hitting your fingertips with a hammer all up your arms the little shocks christ...

the greatest thing in History —President Harold Truman (referring to the atomic bomb), 1945 Accept the things to which fate binds you, and...

for a minute there I thought you meant me how my fingers glide over the keys how I stand in the schoolyard with my head a pineapple when ...

like a bubble for two seconds look, if you think you are coming back if you don't whose life is worth more badger, etc . .

real concern/any signs of unusual movement/other news/a video —BBC the entire world is drowned in red wine despite the whole world's...

there is the bell a growling in the lonely house steam trains along the river some filament stretches from here to here from here to the...

the pair of them were wild when they got together dancing like hares in the purple heather .

her ass carried Jesus to the holy city he used hers as it was just so pretty .

oh lordy saw the next door neighbour a thin woman made all overtures but she fixedly stared elsewhere perhaps at some vision of the Undead w...

even to believe even to project those flickers upon that wall was fancy as the fine fancies of French fancies that fairied till their heads ...

the keyboard in its own desire that shoves a new shape before the sitter and sender the subject and pig in acts of slow love the woman puts...

he's male, she says so must be prurient all night must have visions of women fucking pigs being raped stripping whirling opening themsel...

grown a beard looks way too weird gonna get sheared .

unedited<333>fragment:have you yet come to kill me ... filled with uncertain resentment/her demeanour shifts to new obsession world no...

the day driving over those books maybe those passes of wild smoke over the hills these things were irreplaceable when that man stepped out a...

if it could be said if at all that some Odd Men had come amongst the deer one must venture that they had found their way there and were now ...

well bless your piece of self-control the dinosaur-mouthed wife with a bag says to the anger that even now the wild fruit a shapely thing as...

the child strikes another child in the playground the caretaker fetches a spanner and opens his head the teacher is taken to discuss things ...

a man in black clothes billows by the telegraph tell me something I don't know deer out the window eyes closing/there is a radio that sh...

her head is tourmaline maybe montelimar her ass is a scaffolded oak tree covered in chains her belly is all of Bellona and the rushing the g...

you are running down a forest ride then it's all choked with debris nowhere to turn just no way forward your strategies have run out for...

living there like that with no head and everyone looking through the trees you'd have to ask you'd want to know if the flame that wa...

in the trees near the river a duck with no bill thwarted forever by a morsel of bread with which it would fill a hit or more hits suddenly t...

there would be little to say on this subject were it not for the nonsense that has been talked about it -- Lewis Namier the keys have been l...

the upside and the snake the new fettle that crashes even before the wave hits sideways then the coming-on the gear-shift all around my ladd...

ke ytou my way take your hands say a greek sea monster what about me in the sails heady life off the rails i don't belong my face for th...

the evidence the fluid eyes of killers someone laid their fingers on a bra clasp this woman is not what you wanted her to be ash keeps falli...

pain:ice cream:water:reach:primate:cheep the descent of these chords the clamour of grouse a new man hits the street a New Man born in 1780 ...

night stoops black/blue like falcons, like Superman's hair smashing doves from the forest sky the ashtray is your snout you thing of cla...

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I only believe in the god that gives wild snowstorms a man awoke in the far east he left his house early and jumped into a river from a high...

there is a sort of explosion and his hand glides down in a snowstorm of pixels now he knows as though looking through a telescope that sudde...

curtains blowing in I opened the door ten minutes ago but no one was there I wondered what just came in the children stirred for a moment in...

that particular position lying foetally on your side face into a breast her arm around your neck as though gathering in an infant has some d...