1 I am happy enough, sporty and buff. great holding estate for a man who has never saved or owned anything, especial his life this is the 7th estate. the lamp, the ‘lectric fan I’ve just ordered for my carport gym is doodak and realm of magnetic compression. a self-contained van is the out if…
Gay
Let’s be all glamorous, You know you want to. Let’s be all free, And careless and happy. You know you didn’t want to fight the war, You didn’t even have to. Just say that you didn’t fight the war, And that you can’t, Fight it again. Come on, let’s go up to that bar, And…
a large population
on moss coated blocks of contoured concrete a fawn fence, weathered at the top, is warping, twisting nails out, moving at the speed of glacial growth and overhung in places with the dark palatial flowers Kowhai cascades. bloom-peak reached. ti Kouka pom pom with seed. at the gym, I wear a mask to enter, and…
Questions for the priest.
Admire in putrid glory ,our Ancient one, adorned with thorns, forged by the scorned ,our blighted being stands tallest ,visceral, upright ,hooves and broken claws it adores its earnt horns ,planted firmly in his black rot belief ,Curator of creators, bleak, ritual stained cloak, pungent , choke . Oh tall ,cruel lord from a damp…
from THINGS ARE WRONG THOUGH FAIR ENOUGH
I Woke up inside myself again today. I saw the reason people stay with their religion. There were products in the blood not hard to come by. There were cobwebs in the air above our dwellings; there were passports that had made it, miraculously surviving. And towers that imploded as they fell. II Woke up…
The Port
A tug strains, its rubber nose crushed Its stern dips The port is waking A chain clangs There, the hipped roof of a warehouse, a vast repository for wool The windows are broken; there is no wool Giant red brick buildings face the sea – Royal Insurance declares its case One building is six storeys:…
Frostbite
I am the gutter sailor call me captain’ firedrum cuisine masterchef of nothing . Bellyfull of piepolar. Cut me the thinnest slice. eyeeye captain anti . I am your do not of what you haven’t got or rot .I’m am the story spilling from a tent city frostbite dweller . The dollar impaired bag dispared…
Summer 1975
maoritangi para pool sun , sun , sun! my mother was only 27, when we made mud cakes and put little candles on the top of them. bitter pain bites into my leg just like insect bites i once had a brother. He was fine, no problems there, but for me. Now it’s all gone,…
Denial is to Loving #4
so I love but do not long to visit boutique breweries, debate with siri, google, beds in labeled inches, emphatic of a model, pre Big Bang (big bang!) thumb-thick sucked cigars unlit, becoming monologue, a star unstressed by stored emotion steadily released. oh I love but do not dare— pillpop and winedrench, driving full in…
Jamais vu
Stretched on light long and catlike, an image licks the curve, somersaults through my eye and bruises into view. The sound cartwheels in horrible geometry, still ignorant with the dew shrieking scalene from daybreak – and I am lost in my ossicles. Everything reaches me through tremor and trapeze – I cannot walk without wondering,…
Morning Moon
Vigilant through windows and cracked sills, she is the insatiable witness. Lacquer-eyed and looming, her lungs gloom the glass and flakes of dead paint spot the stillness of her limbs. A slick hiss of cicada arcs electric through the suburb, the day as pale as a panic attack and unreal with ease. Its casualties cringe…
Denial is to Loving #3
5 Summer, cooling, signifies a difference in the ruling; Pi, Planck, the uterus, perturbations in behaviour. Facts are short & useless by themselves, a life-support promising goodbye you stupid thesis, science doesn’t differ from belief— is flavour, face to face the ever ready mint breathe, Winter breeze, ground beneath the feet each distance-darkening week. my…