Sunday, 30 March 2014

Poem

I Will Listen Now

and when you come in what then
is you start the facial brief one fly
so balk you are beautiful I cannot
contain this steady option settlement
to say that I agree with every frail
notion and believe that what you are
is am saying this rough cupidity
lest we damage the immediate
pleasure and I ascertain not even
who you are but what we both coalesce
and when I come in compromise
the hatch nailed up the drone insistence
irritations constant must be revived song
see this and loving has never been easy
you sway into meat all the time your face
into meat all the time your neck hanging

but in order to say that disguise this
that living is in a way the certain art
the constant lie the way we speak of one
fixture and another one and condescend
to the ear fix the ear with a stare and say
with determined air that the one
and the other are in a way the same
shape and that one of us extremes themself
I am glad you are safe and glad the safety
sticks around unbelievable when I hear
what it is you are completed when the light
of this that occurs begins to phase out
and what this astonishing life loses what
we are already here. already taken
down to touch the ear untouch the mouth

unbuckle the immediate always frail motion
that exactly cold clear wail the way out.

Poem

For Keston Sutherland


General callback canto one
lost winter’s winnow hydraulic
pigeon shit. Love me tender they
salt/silt: gis statement a half cut


sky, the light petit object speck
the difference spoke between
corvid & bee. One rests your
general score power cut die rib


slip prelingual terror mounts throatful
to say cope out be
incinerate lock by lock symbolised
crowd to order haze directive


snow. But the Count denounced
the crow, do so backward
holding up a fetish screen befor
duck exquisite pass off the loaned


bangs in, commence until depart
bi fang, swing coerced
lash out. Skin fried hydraulic
hair lobe jelly oils for


cast on lube, don’t pull me
towards your compact hair clot
chest pull me somewhere out
swallows 3.5 wight claim


credit, ATOS hatch-leaf do not
weak hands my adopted tone
delay to censeur winnowed teeth
personal break removal, now.


Make transference paranoidal. Try
habit kill off toys spit gains tax
gash caveat, bottom of the sun paint
larynx, too narrow. What is thinning


is delight the marrow pink occlusion
act, the sky, where fear droops
in language and the symptom
is to move my scar scum round the room.



Colour the bruise in Tip-Ex black
the gasp at finance certainty:
pilot abject race cars spliff
the one that loves and bursts.


Some not yet local credence.
Make that stick out: Things aren’t okay
press passivation in your back

and make its dissidence  listen.

Friday, 20 December 2013

Drinks for Mere Rodent

Being here being not
a man being not here
for chops and stabs at
the sequined meta-proxy
goddess, cut her out.

Being here, being not
the recently deceased
scratchings of Taverner
having been
a decomposing fungus.
Ripe to be arrested.

I sometimes steal Pelicans
from shops and choose
to love from other men,
says Mr. Toypunk Darcy coughing
          nits into the scanner. Hair
is a turn off and so is the corporeal
          tone of your flesh credits
fly like spanners into the heads
of an EDL toy boy stamping guts,
marshal the closed child soldier. 

Love cascades from the face of a child
and the child at the face facing that, the rain
peels for long nights and hopes
to collapse each enterprise, dope.

We are magic now, the conditions are right.
Decrypting the engines of binary sight.


Thursday, 19 December 2013

singing

 light is the blast
function,


her lips are like the soil
and drink whisky    


you can have me drunk
in the burrow and valley




                warm winter
my gift settlements

shell suit


caring curse

was that war lasted a month or was it a decade curses
actualized slogans impossible to resist your lovely strident
dancing boys

                       still, if i could kill you this summer love
rose up to meet with the twirling ears of golden corn, your
counties remarkable faces, switching enlisted souls.

love characteristic of our state of freedom, plant the letters
of your hex in a cool orchard, serve silently, remove unnecassary
noises, choke hold, excite in the trees / orgasmic childhood

                     memories we are still mourning the copper leaves
an indent of itself upon suspicious skin. i take it you've met
a howl of wind  ,  find him hanged in your cell by his natural
adonis. Struggle prettifies , ears prick / candid spoilt bastad pitch  .

nether regional. scrap happiness. scrap equity branches pearl
blossom considers widow below roots, eating. drink drink
my love born here raised here  tear it to pieces.

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

More Sapphic Fragments

*

/ walls
 approach climax
kill me

*

abuse    proxy
  a body  child
thrown
  undeterred,
mother's suckle.

//

*

the eyes violent order
rat-guard, and  remain
orbiting clarity

*

Maim from our love I was never
fair or kind. Stinging or tied, to lilt on.

*

I hope for nothing 
  to come is the sky,

man stares at the sky
and the sky stares at man.


11/12/13. 8.16 am

(Sappho)

*

                         Caged shudder
a noxious energetic pulse over
earth,   that   is    natural,  loss.

*

Love makes me tremble yet again
the earth's fallings, all this eating endlessly

cunt of / smothered to voice
is a decree against / point of, numbing moon 

*

Aspects delightedly opposed. But
this face starts at a lower border
controls nothing, has drinking.



Ewige Blumenkraft