no-one hears when you call like wind cares if you live build the wall. the wall. keep yr mouth shut after the night you’ve had dreams give it away. what good. there’s something to be said for. nothing to be said, oh, city – london, say, bustling w the dead, ashes; gold…
Month: April 2019
long live the revolution
– is miracle was unmade lit the match that made the flame burning hear us is no app smart enuf i smite am smitten w love yr indifference hear us if- only-because unmake me everything me fish winged things everything made not in my image is nothing these theological…
Playhouse
The dusty taste of chalk and the smell of a friendly old blanket on the floor. Milky sun through flappy plastic windows. Browning sellotape framing where it tore. Built from a car crate, the splinters made the games more real. The bridge of a battleship. Calling the shots. A hospital ward. To heal. …
Eliot Ness Is Getting Cranky
Eliot Ness is getting cranky He needs to land a punk I expect bloodshed Two dead is a bad day He hates triggermen, sly-groggers, guys (and broads) in rackets Chicago is teeming: Chancers with tommy guns leaning from the doors of cars When he meets a doll he runs his fingers over the brim of his…
Two At Autumn
1 Black cows graze at fence line young bulls, watching me bowl. Ball after ball after ball to one batter, an Opener. No one else arrived to face as I hit my stride bowling tall with movement barely two wides in it. Run-up timing perfect working on his weak-spot rib high, not quite leg. Sweat…
The Futility of Lawnmowing
Another hour on a grimy mower. Wheels guided, in their rut. Engine’s harsh rattle rumbling dull static in my gut. Engine hour counter clicking over inevitably. Anaemic autumn grass regrowing defiantly. Endless, pointless route. Up and back. Up and down. Monochromatic stripes. Verdant corduroy lawn. A fuchsia streak cuts across the green…
Summer Laundry
Towels and sheets caressed by purple fingers on each rotation. A shirt’s casual sag masks its desperate reach. Arms straining for frayed cuffs to be dabbed with perfume. A composed pillowcase squared-off in knowing ease that summer’s heat will lift the scent in wafting waves warmed with the sound of bees. Simple genius. Planting lavender…