Category: Poems

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.

  • our scarborough fairs deserted the northern end of a platform edges that escarpment hatched the shining bullet & its scythes its golden eye all gone martian destination a blurs some gilded beam where perch my destinys droid parrot whirring its bleats electrified outlasting even this most energised hillside of coal thudding then caving [ghosted rails…

  • string torque guts au go go strapped comment make a minor jugular apropos one dark leaving freaks his holiness headband brasilia twice mistaken for my ring toss hallelujah taurus maids of armoricas straddled shopping bags donate pipe cleaners to these worthy causeways komissars rex strassenbahn saves the kartoffeln day twas merely plasticine i took a…

  • selling out quokkas pyjama friendly nation rants spoilt by boot lip hypochondria illn ois youse cats sound so darned righteously spoolin underarm flair tarmac befuddled up straight side walker both arms in the airs foul duck shootin tootin quota mobile farm anyone can do it singin along swing fallow the leider u.s.w. zeppelin nerd abreaction…

  • This poem was published in We Will Disappear under the title ‘Airliner’.

  • three burn cross the breeze breathe out the ski tube closed month admits a mike mad dog official relate my innoculation snazzy smarts dry mouth allege collapse college fund spoken speed worm generals baulk there will be non families tennis banned outskirts strip airport clearing dummy bids diplomacy karaoke insurgents freely admitted to my military…

  • -gunter grass the piledrivers bells ding an ice rink augen auf! (so sieht es aus!) … yah hell spokes causing a re-examinational alignment curses piano fail satiate me young man young man bucket phil & her, er … s … clear! cover me russia in reservoir sparrow plover drive(r) girl he looks like mikey then…

  • respiratory system planted upside down in our gardens bronchially spouting white money tree flower green tear shaped succulent leaf week-long lastly admonishing the winter blast furnace winds irate five pointed stars cougher lungs white blood brown trunks enough pull good fortune sweetly from these chests of song bird petals twirling through most grey skys mote…

  • horror movie suburbs darkness slashed with shining screamer picket smoking lounge rooms intercept axe overdue rentals trailer demons bong whipping body building boyfriends malt campus ripoffs damaged son o mutilate bathroom sprawling flaw light squeeze toothpaste residue bearded winter busts translate actional apartments connexion multigore (sunday

  • Brennschluss

    You think they can’t smell your depression downwind Dust breathes in childhood’s daisy grandmother musk Practicing burnouts in half-case supermarket car parks Packs of fags stashed beneath these red cotton undies Screen printed instructions drown out the BMX blitzes Chasing crabs in the disallowed artificial white creeks First house on our block quickly joined by…

  • ho chi minh city motorcycle touts in wait around the corner hello where you from give me all your aussie coins for my collection non-touristique trek departing soon or later same same but different yesterday’s papers in the streets of vietnam matthew hayden’s runs satellite tv in nha trang it’s not working in hoi an,…

  • Spring*

    First published in Southerly (3/2004).

  • 1 dim walkable shady streets lined with visiting movie stars we decided to check out that highway beyond charlton flat an apartment house for dim birds dart in and out bright-eyed blue-lined flowers shine tiny stars in their new star patterns in 2002 when i saw a dim flat i left highway 16 heading out…

  • my solitude’s a sketchbook inside my iris carvings a sun god hangs like a weather vane streaked redgold as a crepe paper doll the night rustles two green eyes in a sketchbook burst blank pages falling bank knife-wise to a floor in a melancholy voice say you are all going to a tonight my candles…

  • This search poem is brought to you by the International Search Poetry Movement.

  • Untitled … after I pass! Fucking weird. … walk to the bus stop. … what are they paying these oafs for … they arenÕt bogans and actually had … ve been checking out any female that … bad samaritan : the archives … me. I hate bogans with loud stereos … party didnÕt stop Ôtill…