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As of October 2011, I’d posted over three hundred poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. I then ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that too. Every now and then I post a poem here … but not as often as I’d like.
building our atoms move deeper into the nuclear cycle building machines to dispense between cracks radioactive like that northern summer’s milk leap from a guard rail with leg rope attached antennae mike oldfield in orbit around some ragged sun i read rilke as we fell towards the waiting vans electric shock as people have sex…
ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen – samen in de dromen en in de dag ik mis je en ik wil je mijn sperzie ( in de avond en wanneer ik slapen ik mis je nu omdat ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen en dit is genoeg met jouwe knuffelen en kus (samen…
in my dreams do dogs attack! us in jumpsuits & next to me does belle epoch whistle murder while the big st. bernard’s letter to the string epistles brings on a sigh like hey babe take it no one’s here & the chorus will envelop us our dovetail’s merely flicker’d like an ark autopsy we…
This is getting serious. I’ve just got to see you live. Ninety nine rabbits with big fangs can’t be wrong. I’m stuck in a lower east side case machine looking cool, if not cold. Let’s not get old, forever moulded. I like John Ashbery’s fingernails. He did look good in that lecture theatre, as…
i’m not sure why your windows are all shut said a man with a beer gut & tan don’t you know that the change’s coming sooner than you think (but we all shook our heads had some more to drink (it dulled that impulse to get political (switch off the interpol man! when the change…
the sky’s gone orange mining & we’re left to wander (i’m waiting for a change in a tunnel filled with gas panic someone flipped me the bird it was a canary (shortly dead & the day remained sunny (zero chance of rain gauged delays were spattered with faux frustration & pule & it continued to…
she rains heavy & she rains late i syndicate the weather & report with coffee like a tiny brown moon circling in the white cup made with two hands holding clouds up at sunset her eyes are red the rain falls heavy on the bedroom floor puddles of rain to hold down the fumes we…
who will harbour you when the seas erupt harbour when the grave is shallow & leaks who willed this place of calm into being it’s a small harbour when the shots ping & hit i will harbour you when the minister won’t harbour you when all protest fails & build you an asylum if it…
that place where we all someday hope to die or rot at least (our skins like autumn leaves a shelf or two devoted to each mind aloof or in solidarity with those whose fame exceeds our own (no matter now this system lets us alphabetise our names as privilege leans on the obscure & the…
