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…
Tag: time & memory
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…
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…
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…
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…
Denial is to Loving #2
2 Summer cooling signifies a calling to be answered. (That self is to the Armies what Emperors & Footstools). Hello, the handsome hills, the homeless walking urge starts with Spring, bees working orchards, erecting canopies. mornings trim but warming ground invigorate the tuber prompt the minimalism withdraw, forlorn, I doubt it to celebrate the excess…
Denial is to Loving
1 It will soon be summer- seamed-with-autumn, & the first 10 years sober—a decade without the odour without the taste of cigarettes or the clogged pipe, to wit, goodbye ridiculous dehydration; nights all out of ratio, proportion; goodbye, elastic strangulation belts, clothing not belonging on your health. 1.1 It will soon be autumn- lined-with-summer afterheat—goodbye…
Childhood
“Look mummy! There’s a shape-changer on the roof! First it was a man, and now it is a cougar!” “-Don’t be silly, boy, shape-changers don’t climb onto rooves.” “Yes yes! I saw it! He’s there.” The sun beat down on the mother and son, Their little tea party on the deck continued. Howard finished…
A Day To Day Forgetting
they stayed, if they could, impassive, immediate, lowered themselves, sat-squat on the word’s hearth, drip sat on its flame-lick, wet fire, tank straddled, finger-loosened bungs the 90’s in bedsits, sharehouses unlocked at the front, they’d come back unsure of this at first, and the second time, with American verse, the confessional females, I’d preform the…
from SANDY ROOMS #4
6 morning like nothing had happened; bench about a foot wide, three railings and seven or more municipal coats of various enamel paints covering seventy years of dawns, hissing ocean, salt and soap, sand, ‘sects, the bus so it links with the first train for one person who may feel the whole city conspires with,…
The Tron
The river gurgles deep, Although from the warrant-of-fitness station, I cannot see it. Concrete and steel. “Look here! Look at that!” Calls a boy in an army surplus shirt. Oil in the drain. “That’s the river! It goes right there!” Pointing downwards with his index finger. That night, after the admonition, A mihi…
Pre-Cortex Lands #4
1 I’d planned to sleep in but I was wide awake at five so I teased the mortal seam churning a little, thinking of all the girls I’ve spanked, before rising, sprung as a catapult & stood against the wall three recent paintings. water had found a way to let itself in through the unfinished…