Nicotine Angst
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…
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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.
DES MARIONETTES SUR L’EAU
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…
Thirty tatami mats
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…
소수: Paucity
This poem originally appeared under the title ‘Cities of Pau’ in Going Down Swinging, no. 21 (2003).
haiku: [enjambement]
enjambement breaks into sunshine like a dog upon a pond reflections collide in the state forests full of green ukrainians built a big square pool a private lesiure centre up past anglesea beware the great ocean roads corrugation wonder tyres…
Balcony
Dusk. The freeway’s haze; Green Australian gum trees Soak up the spectrum. Sparrows in the elms: Fans dressed for a football match Scale autumn’s ladder. Australian icon: Southern Cross windmill, rusted By the passing cars. Siamese cats scan The corrugated…
impossible socks
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…
Pirate Patch
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!…
sprawls of brick & steel
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…
