for John Winston Howard at the end of the day comes the night when the lights go out you can’t see anything when everything’s dark anything can happen if there’s no light on nobody’s at home or else they’re asleep when nothing’s bright no thing really exists once all is darkness no light comes until…

this isnt home & away you know you’ll never be tammin sursok & im not even sure who id cast as you hate your waxed arrogance but we havent turned into digits yet have you noticed how a surf clubs transformed by childhood tuckshops free icees sunny boys how a girls smiles erased by the…

Beyond the firewall, Thetes a-drilling. Scintillation, precise as tubes. Spot flares bask the gamma rays in fog. What use is a snow pistol? My electronic ink freezes the display. My read-outs betray a breeze. I wheeze – in & out – relieved & finally on Mars.

it will not go away driving in a car kissing your lover goodbye smell it in the air feel it in your lungs shave off all of your hair & say “goodbye this time coz i’m breathing the flicker of a breeze i see it in your eyes its time to go away were coming…

only these three things can make me cry images of deaf children hearing for the first time (the first word: mother) a look of utter joy most of us cannot remember a memory of my mother bringing me hot chocolate and a biscuit she drops the tray that one makes me cry small families with…

the human ear is a barrier between us & the world of sound once its lost then we have no need to tell birds apart in effect eternal sounds erased an inverted dome the brain sets in like a permaculture pond sucks the earth it can hear your blood & your heart’s a rising crescendo…

socks from guernsey socks of bristol ariadnes thread is a whistle steam rising higher than bi-planes arc wool damp with mud-sweat wedged into every second parcel from home a rain of letters withers a day impossible stocks hatred dreaming socks stitches several strings a colour electric as a rag picker bundle stashed in moments before…

so dont ever call me patch or i’ll never see my hand again call me uncle touch my patch but old dog bears the replica upon his kennel birds – no! hook-eyed & emerald pirates! don’t be squeamish you kids! with a blunderbuss fire away sanguine & intelligent patch will live 2 raid another day!…

stained mice flash baby teeth incisors warped like barbed wire aerial telemetry’s useless yet from the post-intellectual filmscape comes a hint of steel bayed blood & mile after mile of bricks & bayonet works detergent streams canals under streets meet the giant sprawl of the ocean’s packets arrive compresed in the anti-light of yesterday evening’s…

finally the truth courtesy of windows a complimentary maze to hypnotise the frantic vietnamese providing us our lightning speed ADSL connection so as to send all of our banality home via AOL & thus avoiding the queues at the post office we are subsidising you so shut up & look at your screen saver instead…