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06

Nov

of fox on his shelf

milk: nobody used it so it went off,

engrossed, i am circling the scene.

and i never did learn to separate my brassicas

from my garden wild,

i never did learn how to see:  

there’s a toy fox on my makeshift mantel piece,

he is thinking about lion

in some war of which

he knows cold guilt

and

cold tea,

saddened lost. when his moon

is golden i will find you there

22

Oct

avada kedavra

i just froze, in the plum trees
a ghost is all i know about
the day,
climbing like mist

sun stuffed his face, the mournful rays lose their language

a note hits the heels of my spine, i hide tears
cut the crap, i tell us both

i’m loyal to the queen,
i lost my voice
i serve the hands that fill

my fingers’ birds,
lost like lapwings
nesting
,

and thus, the rest
the chicken farmer, the colander
(of bore water  (of
wine)
) i tuck into my shirt,
  i speak not of


with borrowed clothes I bring honey to bears

07

Sep

preface

if you want, this is a rock

he’ll tell you,

 

and only in the sheen of cars

made of crime and poverty

 

are there signs

 

that i’ve been , four walls

and they stretch

 

and i am crying

because it’s how you were

 

then with her,

when she was plain & gentle as the news


and it means everything,

in the colours of boys

 

you are a gift 


13

Jul

selflesnes

 he said

follow me: give up your things

the whole heart, the ripe

wound

 

the homeless are

ours now  

go live on the streets for six months &

get closer  to the source,

the sword     a man says

 

and is that joy? in that

joy,

when you open your lips to sing

and a dog falls out,

when you’re there

for someone else

 

my diary meets weakness, the

skeletons of  failings

 

a man said this, no wine on

his lips

 

just skin and charred hands,

from holding that blade

 

just my friend

with his ghosts  

09

Jul

sos poem #two


i wonder about things

lost in town at night you can feel

ends, knots

 

temperature: -1

 

- when the body is a

hurricane,

when the shoe is on the other

foot

 

and losing grip,

her bruised eye

 

all we have

is in this

 

idea of beauty,

idea of worth

idea of wrong

idea of madness,

 

but dead birds cannot hear it, sparrow

 

the coal, and the city

i shed like a snake

sos poem #one

 

a roo.

positivity is

a beat

your body breaks,

 

its ghost

open

and bounding down

the street,


tail &

paw


or in the back seat


the bells of gums

that

click and click and click

29

Jun

poems for him,


are a cruel mouth

snapped back

like my hand (the fox),  the moon

found in twigs

somewhere in flames,

naked helper trees

 

the ropes

where i have

twitched,

here you left words,

your flute, your

laughing feet

 

dearest boy

before a disposable

night,

embers glow, you cannot

know them

 

sea water,  in rooms we’ve

been

 

but come back

and i will

only call you brother


21

Jun

heart/lack

i.

come to water

to look

for a house,

to wash my coat

 

ii.

whisper it, whisper it

with special breath

they say the act of confession

is a moon to

lost sailors

 

iii.

from absolution

i came back

so hollow

only the knees,

sucking flowers,

little fish,

sin

where

the pupil of my eye is a storm

for other people

 

iv.

and how a scream loosens its

neck, in a dream

flames

cut

newspaper


i come home

drunk and feeding

like

venus

head of

other people

sticky

hands \ i could never love you

i pushed the dust

back

and spilt like blood

 

v.

some giant took tears and strung them

 

where body

meets

apple

of

story

books

dove

in paris,

winter

i am

younger

night

always

the

colour

a

pure

girl,

we

saved

the

world,

it

brought

us

home

like boys

 

and smiling like a plane trip, shelter clouds

hovering angels

 

vi.

dream/dreams,

job’s hill

white sand


in which i have fed like a stone

13

May

pervigilo


mics is all, ringing

in my head

 

mornin’ tones

pushin’ sweet peas through earth,

 

seeds, roots are 

lost on me, my clumsy fingers 

 

even babes know, (nooot the smile monster)

run to a near doll

 

one night i’ll escape,

it won’t hurt to speak

 

no frail electricity -

 

until balloons lift

like tears, that weight, at the pistol

 

of time and all you’ve done there, no the sea

until the sea lifts,

 

in fear, or loss or light 

sometimes i just cannot bear it 


17

Apr

when all else fails…

night made
you, blinking up like
pain ( and
ache,
the shock
of
flesh,
 a cautious
leaning mouse
you’ll read about)

(or) 
the sun
sucked its baby
teeth back,
 
in the grass, pock-skin
dog, it bites
 
and my clothes went green
my face went green.
leather knees rolled
 
out of tune,
so

really touch it like a chord
(should I?)
your old piano humming /hands
become/
hands/
 
 
i don’t mind the
length,
the lines;
in space-time
we all bend,
 
and there are
rice paddies in your eyes
for the old or hungry, lost
 
Zeitoun, her
culling breath -
 
under skin
it goes and goes