the crunch
19 May 2010

emulation explication like you’re
    still stealing all the oldies
    and the jury’s noses want to know.

suffocation damnation all the
    time like how you used to do.
    like mountain teeth gripping glass
    delicate until the crunch.

shake your head, baby. shag shake lying down.
twist & shout, stomp, shakin bakin whites of ( Read more... )

androgyne
12.5.09

will have nothing btwn headlegs. nothing. be
something in mans/womans/its clothes. u&
yr boywoman hard stare like u know u
got outerspace beauty. call u him/her/
child so it wont be 1 or the other. & it aint both.

Red
2.4.09

Red marshes slip oozing hungry over
Burning itching feet that can’t
Help but give in to quiet familiarity,   
Even if it’s not allowed
Even if it reeks of
Nowhere walks winding.
Twenty journeys too many, perhaps, too much-
But memory proves difficult to shake and scuff
Skeleton white hands dirty reluctant to relax
Cajoling, pleading, holding on

I ( Read more... )

bloody sunday

we sit there
toasting hitler and
    other people who seem risqué and
we drink our guts away relentlessly.
no regrets, lads, someone says waving an unsteady hand crying a little
    no regrets, hands conducting the lack of organised sound
    no regrets tears everywhere but never regrets
quite simply we killed people and
    the bartender ( Read more... )

Crow
For Ronnie Wood

cutthroat crowface took the last spot-
    crashed the party not like rockstars do with uncertain foot-shuffles,
    bemused, unassuming in the shadows of tragic-faced angels
bending blues and ruffling birdfeather hair, eyes all startled and wondrous in
    lights, lights, fireworks lighting up a thousand nighttimes
    blowing back ( Read more... )