testes climb and descend the cremaster as the penis waivers between flaccid and semi-thick. the 7 PM summer is high and white and hot. I am sitting on an indoor chair moved outside, a black singlet over my face, sponging heat, browned by all this summer in the hot light, I am heat-saturated into the…
Month: January 2016
el toro
el toro* the el toro coffee lounge run by a bull of a man behind the counter never occurred to me even once how right the name a poster of a bull-fight inside the heavy door meat pies and chowmein a bull of a man who talked and laughed with an impatient nod of the…
Love By Drowning
I see your whirlpools, darling I can see them now the blue and green and between those colours I understand now, these currents I can see your whirlpools, baby I can see the deep ache, sweetheart upon your weathered smile the weight above your eyes turmoil, like sunken treasure, way down deep that you have protected…
Insigno Sculptus
the godforsaken space between these once stout stalwart walls made this place a supine home amidst a supine sea of supine men in dowdy supine rows this tricky beam this doves white down thrust through did I fall or did I dive to get away from you our core once hallowed now hollowed these empty…
The Road This Limitless…
The road, this limitless… Narratives and liturgies behind me Ahead, sagas and parables yet to be learnt and wisely told Along salient asphalt grooves Past pinkish white apache plume Warm wall sideshow of colour flirting in the corner of the room I tarry not to chance the horizon Flicking up little whirlwinds of dust I’ll…
moondog
moondog to a great street musician & poet* moondog bashing on an upturned bucket in arapaho rhythm stamping his boots on the bitterly cold and ashen pavement blind but knowing which way the streets blow and what down them haranguing the columbia recording men going in and out through the rotating door not even seeing…
The Weary Editor
He is crouched and tired, pencil roaming over words: too many here, a comma missing. He carves them out – a cancer to his practised eye, and his gut knots as he sees – and not for the first time, prolixity; lazy minds. Lazy bastards. Too long here, shuffling and hating. Red-rimmed eyes up and…
Unfinished Napkin Poem
You first kissed me in a doorway, and if that isn’t poetic enough I don’t know what is. You opened doors I had barred shut – and I want to hold your eyes in the palm of my hand, shield them from the horrors of the world. Hold back the pain that’s bleeding in from…
A River’s Path
Across the waving green and yellow flecks of broom, beyond the truculent popping lupin, we saw someone – something – had shifted the river. It ran, now, between pushed-up shingle, still chattering, still over stone, but its character had been bulldozed. The inglorious hand of man, doing its best to do its worst. This is…
Dark Days
Another late, late night I stay awake and watch TV Trying to fill the empty me Another mediocre being Background white noise fuzz And lost atop the heap I never ride the carousel the Ferris wheel Consigned to watch the lights And laughter from the dark I am the littered byways The grey mundane I…
Tenebris
Why be afraid …to visit melancholy’s haunt sometimes it surrounds me like a black framed marigold field confined within black thought I slumbered under the eaves …sadness she awoke me accompanied by the rain diffusing light making me focus that I might see again Take comfort friend …feel each droplet fall a touch of life…
Indefinita
Oh summer set this line aflame where ocean meets cloud white bobs of cotton embedded in the azure an expanse whose limits yet to be measured or subdued by Adam go on as if forever east to west would I not be ashamed of my own insignificance if I knew his breadth or where he…