In The Poetry

You Were Wearing Blue

the explosions are nearer this evening
the last train leaves for the south
at six tomorrow
the announcements will be in a different language

i chew the end of a match
the tips of my finger and thumb are sticky

i will wait at the station and you
will send a note, i
will read it
it [...]

All Fours

though it might have been chronic
around his neck and shoulders
filled with thick high weeds
the road was lined with stone

almost entranced she started
ordering quantities of everything
down the windows of your station
combed and perfectly normal

bees through blood and perhaps
night air while we rode back
followed him to the front porch
and the chimney bricks were fallen

she hasn’t heard [...]

Wedding Day

noise of a ring sliding onto a finger

supposing he did say that?
we came by the front
sea fog twisting light above the pebbles
towards the cliffs towards the sea

i made this pact, intelligence
shall not replace intuition, sitting here
my hand cold on the typewriter
flicking the corner of the paper. he

came from the toilet wearing
a suit, people
didn’t recognise [...]

The Moon Upoon the Waters

the green of days : the chimneys
alone : the green of days and the women
the whistle : the green of days and the women
the whistle of me entering the poem through the chimneys
plural : I flow from the (each) fireplaces
the green of days : I barely reach the sill
the women’s flecked [...]

You’ve Ruined My Evening / You’ve Ruined My Life

i would be eight people and then the difficulties vanish
only as one i contain the complications
in a warm house roofed with the rib-cage of an elephant
i pass my grey mornings re-running the reels
and the images are the same but the emphasis shifts
the actors bow gently to me [...]

Follow the Food

adapted for fast movement
hunting in light

one engine stops
another starts

to make surplus sacred
always missing

emotion liquidised
until distracted

You Were Wearing Blue

the explosions are nearer this evening
the last train leaves for the south
at six tomorrow
the announcements will be in a different language

i chew the end of a match
the tips of my finger and thumb are sticky

i will wait at the station and you
will send a note, i
will read it
it [...]