November 2010
4 posts
bad desire
In a bedroom, surrounded by shadows.
Night eyes, the grains of light
and tree shapes touching the wardrobe.
I froze you, mouth awe-shaped
in dreams that repeated as I rolled over.
I gave up waking, to hear your brain beat
like a veined fruit, where all your love lies.
weird fish
I am simply swimming away,
my feet never touching the pool tiles,
my fingers skimming my liquid hair,
between my ears, an ocean.
my devices
A moth flies in, from the corridor of cloud
lit up by the moon a few doors down.
Oh! the things I could do, when I had to.
My cold clean hair makes the pillow damp,
the meaty moth hums, his grey engine
smoking in my lamplight.
I miss you, I miss you.
Calm black shadow on a corrugated fence,
the ivy and the washing line,
it’s not impossible to do.
I’m your rabbit that lurches forward
into...
grey
This is always the right place to start.
When I began to bend,
an old friend touched and touched
my soul that billowed around.
I can’t find the words for his arms.
I take it away from myself. This is
about the obscene cardboard and tins,
the pinkish splashes on skin or floors,
and the scuff marks and the sheen.
If I carry it in my hands, I’ll spill.
Things smell of dust...