AnnMarie Eldon

'dressing my dead dear

2009-06-19T13:25:00.002+01:00

I blaze: I squibble the squittle scree with my dutynails: I

my duty to unhole you you/r control you/r doublelife re-

veal have set have aim have determined foot-

stalk have in hand my traumaorial my

ruled killtag my checkdead stick: I

pit you/r throbgland against

previous its now eventual

poke my wishfist inside

you/r clitmiss game fit

you/r duename onto

you/r lower jaw

slot you/r fuckedlot: I

fid cordage wet around you/r once

pink pocked duckchest let sindrip you/r fecal past is

bullets slimegrouting outta you/r wan-throat: I

fête you/r tempura-ture steam spout keep

y/our unspoilt you/r fresh you/r jivehive

demeanours a’smart an’ bloodfroth

fount my whetspit comes to you/r

congealing conformity caul a

handy hemp-hank falls

from my right

ear tithers its net potential triple-tithed form

you/r hidden account remarks too sickeningly

shallow you/r uncouth glabberings smartcasms stay press

off-the-shelf readiness in depth: I bag you a pax-rest

death wend us food solution beget a begging tail

trotter collection shall fest a neck bite later raw

you/r cavity crimes glaupous on the

temple floor

shall savour you/r buckshottéd tripe moves shall bemove

necrophilial dance grooves around you/r half-

moons shall spoon you/r poxes under

rosaried saltdunes witch bottle

against tapeworm wash y/our

blue drainveins to woo-hue

shall pan you y/our driedhide become a revolution: I

chundle my foie de coeur gather our common

fashion into a carcass hope

bundle, turn scatter

kill-pearls once

home put on

a candle

to burn

chewu

2009-06-01T14:48:00.001+01:00

y/our lithotomy decision: I make dumb-plunge
for you/r rimrose furl stake incise yearn
for y/our testie-pearl my eh maunder
offer eh saunter slow-slaughter
tongue proffer touch softslice
berate buhl-slop seb
get glottal
am ama
for you
y/our perinæummy yum yum fake babydoll
up-over gait place-satiated a marauder
nacre-griseous reprobatic slubspot
draw curl smile glint eye all-pore
tease need heist need pinch
aim lateral thumb drive
pull’d spoon slot: I
recondither
a slithe aptha blob on my lesion-leaf roll
lickit-paan into spittle balm between
my very rocket teeth gasp that
and that and momentary
tactics and full gone
play velvet
for you
eat against cheek mm-sway against better
judgement a glut savvy a dripbint
tendency giveaway maybe
pterridae bloys a’tinkle
in the cumsee
disp-
lay
pretend fingertip mop up my thattering slobber
mini-mukhwas coelum-card called in my
soul-domed khaas-daan casket
synphysis synthesis dismay
areca psi-spick after-chalk
wreck: I
hide recison in my cuboid footbone
paranænussed trussed trust regret

vhenge

2009-05-12T23:53:00.003+01:00

you/r fake and the must therefore after many eventual edges

to knives theirs the choice theirs the active: I

the which best? utility array: I

serendipitous seaming

display my solomon’s

riding carpet: I

fleck-one deft-

hand

sudden seeming

sweep you away on

trust my ah there flick-one

sway you/r unawares cut watch

y/our flail y/our beautiful tailwing slut pervail you/r splitty

fail you/r narcissus überbent you/r miasammed

disregard; the butter-one used as

shiv: scalpel too obvious

you/r fight the deadening you/r escape you/r

propofol lie propping watch breath watch head-

turn watch you/r dense innocence hiss

from you/r effect-hole every fibre

strain for good, kind, sweet,

innocent, always the

underdog re-

frain: I

haft for chorus

unbroken chorus

of pre-tend christian and bible

and hebrew 'n snatch you/r bloody

image build into its own cur-cancer: I

whittle the seduct veins make fly make rise

make fake aspiration an art form feed you/r greedy

you/r insatiable you/r painself nurturing each young

you/rthrob-artery into ritual aggrandisement

would fork you/r pride flubber would

cuttle-lick a what a prick

you/r essence disabléd

a slow -build pin

bled

do bet do wish do spell

for an arsehole anastrozole

would fist a catling into your curare dread

but take my lancet wit and burst

you/r bubble in

stead

Stradivarius sediments

2009-05-10T13:48:00.004+01:00

'A brave and original work,' the winner of this year's National Poetry Competition Christopher James on my poem 'Stradivarius sediments' in the Guardian's poetry workshop
Collisions

Stradivarius sediments

my fingers fail their source: I

forage discovery, play Braille

with emerging acuity find

a Nile neck force a

flax field digest: I

flail for durra, falter, dither, pray

in sit-reps discover Bruce peas lobo

livingston stanley speke steppes

along the way: I

silt my hope grown frail sliver to

lint unlimp, purfling regrets a

slow brahms neck to

blue white blue

white fret: I

ignore sustenance

the wheated bores

the eonilitic clastics: I

felucca chopin, a fig melon

pomegranate cause, catgut for

that, a spruced euthenia, maple-hapi

anuket with schubert, a broad flet neilos-elgar

eldering my pegbox to its scroll, how

old this course this brave grabbing

this hailed brief spin of sorts

this eventual pining

deterioration cut

to a delta of, a

tailpiece

endpin

of course-lore

where we all in our own

ruvyironza sudden spiccatoed beginning

die

whalk

2009-04-30T13:59:00.003+01:00

I: pave the swinepath you/r

directions are a desist you/r

desparple of the wise rue litter: I

dowse a sweet crack my clue-thorns

planted nether by my forebears

scent a thoroughfare scarce

and runnelled baybare a

spent discover a known

formal sepia spinthrift

agave horse chestnut

I shelter in the nowstoeps’

cover hysop-fill my hipbag with

syrup-tender, haunt melodies from

the pluck dunes the suck-sand spume-

shucks and only resolve and only an open

and still you/r sparsoil traillage

and still you/r whiffle

midden: I

trawl urge: I

tip over you/r

tittup-miscue strewing tap

backscatter my morning sads my

daunts. The begin. I hang my sipflask

on baal-hooks provender my decides, one

further a sententiae’d guilt array doxastic

whitewash

spray-clichés: I

supplicate motivation: I

gather snowdrupes from under

spatter-clover fend the future-husks

no matter insperse-muck opinion spawl, crawl

one step, mark vision-stooks

slip so-seed

into the argue holes

you/r immigration deploys

you/r mind body apartheid

my nevertheless conviction-heresy

a lime-sparge on you/r bull philosophy: I

pouch my baby-belly with warm

workpalms hew with a

spare thought a

do-able a

true

resav

2009-04-09T10:25:00.002+01:00

I: mither bedlint and dust into an
approximation into an
eventual into an
effigy my fore and index
circumlittorate flows
the know eddy
the expects
the knurlish why
the re-expiscateds
those cycles from flush to
neck throes from breath
relents to gasps to
slow doom
a'pounded
the lesser moans
rising from morning-mons
the upsweat derisables, how
a pore catharsis to its seen-face
goes rosacea'hd and
rub e'scorched and
spunctions and
blown to unshunned sunset
I: famished into those
bloodruns their zest
their tart their face their therethere
usuable arguments how inflect how sharpt-
changeable the right to lengthy to how apt
finishing at a line a breadth-caught
imaginary a steady a beaded
lowerlip a churl a perhaps-
sentiment hucked
until... out
I: dry to
tender having
slissed the
wet
a cloud-hollow armpit brief
a findplace ordering
a sky tut, in. A
miss of the balanced
I: mould smooth
until final, until
kissed

tsand

2009-04-02T23:56:00.000+01:00

and: I am going into the sleepdark without

you defenestered out the uncouthing

night-window shout a hair-witch to

relieve me wreathe me

her juliet-chord: I

fall against

aught

am stark

am uncert-feathered

by some lunar random

am try remembered then

am try endangered again then

try exhausted: I

almost level almost levered

surpassed by valerian posie

usurped by specie-special ride-hags

brought bouncing tugged

seduced stamped

dated related to

logicals put in

line the cunt-fume

caldroners hanker me: I

can only a no yet so silent

my horse-whisper breath imperceptible

all hollow all mouth curt all so-terrible

a deadcert ingluvies creature

come-crawls from the

creepspace silence

all shiverance all

small

hole-protuberance: I

my recollection of it shout

arms are pillow hurt

lips smart after a

parting shot you/r trip

wire garrottes, hark

a curt joke fraught

blames and

caught

on the

tosspike: I dream I

nevered you rose

after the curfew

to free

chut

2009-03-26T23:48:00.001Z

you/r chirurgeonly hack you/r hang
on the skipper's door the blood
apron caked and drawn as
separating curtain you/r
barratry drawl how
unsubcutaneous
how obvious how
the obvious-limbs fall
off how heavy-scatter after
the hacksaw how
the glance-
back how the
salivating trigger
the hypothecating trawl
you/r covet
you/r overstep
you/r patrooning rights
effects the eventual affects
like pluralated like underbrandied
screams the auguries are plump-ovened
oversoft
a numb fights with death a dawn bursary
a slackening deadfest
birds gratis
hope apothecaric the turn
the amputee hurt the seemingly
familiar trust septicaemia'hd: I
pain-rehearse: I
cook a story: I
gather you/r bottomry slops unto
a girth of ripe-red a rump day
a repeat operation enough
speculation flesh for
piranha oceans
the deck bleached with analysis-lime
waves pound regret-froth an'
told-you shit, yet
bit by bit you
wash you/r
hands
of it

delirms

2009-02-28T04:42:00.002Z

the freedream comes down not
quite as nightdeal as dawn
sprooling its beleaguering: we
shall see cool white up this
spraxious and I: we
shall suffer dints
in the flinted
wallsmooths
mommycries, electro-
magneticcreep thromboses, the
lesser palliative gutscorch minor
cornerspit sputter all the more
the wrentchful mutters the
major catch ears do
hear: we
feral the too soon promised
dawn corpse gathering
clouds refuse legalities
all’s as straightforward: a
necessary talisman spliced
between boards goatman ghost hangs
shoulder-out the bedroom’s
potplace cold’s off heat’s
buffering a fume from
the thigh-bellows
mercy hides
in its own cause wrapper
calipercure litters the walls and a
calligraphied belligerence dryblood
unsweet pigmeated clues
across ceilingwarps
a birdshort a quick
fault wrangled
tweetsnort an’
eight’s here
fraught fathomed with
the usual expected effort: I
turn to hay to straw clasp-halters: I
morph pretends to futures to
in stones to roadgang to
faux-ought brood we charade
in stones to roadgang to
orders from the thwartéds raise a leg
the cast is .......................................out
for a cool alter

layse

2009-02-07T11:34:00.004Z

I: do not inhabit nor ponder
do I the lickphyte
space but pour
you/r slick over
you a mucogeny in its effing
it sprawls a find it slews it savvers
y/our glink spew mother-of-pearl, a
sheen protistered roo-raw, its
pull positioning squestering
I: take from my suffer
bank maybe thus
score, blather in
the past
poor
y/our sit suddenly
upon our undernail-
resuscitates, moon slits, scalp
grease-agreements, poor
managed morning
harbingers spit-
exchanges all
deseparated
by y/our sloop daub stumble the
thigh gleen were a clusp baby
were my chit dither were
also my recover posture
metrotidal and true
and treasure pus
and tradeable
and plus and
unanecdotal
y/our puckered ruff
a quotidian hallow I: forth
in staking it thus n no wander
but sprool the reason
gather from under y/our
skirt sprawl garner n
stagger n finger
for it along
its only n no other
either

chilt

2009-01-23T00:14:00.001Z

I dowse you/r remains the: strained shinskin-
peel fevoured dirt-devoured by kneeling
it a: pray-deceit rousing repetitaceiving
we: keel into a microgourd eyepick
desert resort mangering a last-
marvel y/our escape kiss
wet-slick grabbered
where the material
world speaks as
not auto-
matically
fallen how I: make
a stand for that how I: my
alters fathom then myself grovel how: I
sniff for y/our zangbetossed stainstink
feather a fraenulum link a last
friend risk brink run a
ladder spin a stab
fantasy sink and
my teeth into
it and piss
and shit
a treasure and
handstand like a
lovepitch a bleeding angle a
desperate shot a clavvering to-
gether a gathering of hots a tre-
moured a whisperfest a blink orgy
a faithful request flags into
touch-grave crevices
think of me when
you die, rise
egungun of
my abide
my ridelash
my nonhurry
my scrape-very
my cry-adult child mongrel
my prepuce task apartheid slayer
cherry-underided-like pit-stain hard
and bit ripe for
the asking

review of Some2

2008-12-02T00:10:00.002Z

Adam Fieled's review of Some² at Stoning the Devil

muhst

2008-11-18T10:54:00.002Z

t/his brackenberry bluedaisy snowgem
armpit mush the palliative gloop for
that which is not placid
but an ambush an
überambush
t/he sweetsweat grail a musktuber nose
gay swathe which otherwise eats
its etherway is scratched from
.....air ployed somewhat
beneath fingernails’
ends
bare arm trail worship of that by
stink by dampgather dither a
sense-trivet a suckswoop a
saliva saver a sudden
touch desiderative
loop. The trail
which
finds
which travails
its start its basal unfails
by smart by slew intelligence
semi-sly then keen-faster point
tip slippy palpables’ ways
hurry-proof and
slow good:
t/his body prerequisited map laid
and scrointed ooze-lazy
barely yet yet lip
investigated, t/his
pullpetal openly
.............. ..delayed

leetch

2008-11-09T11:23:00.008Z

the unexcorciating blore: it
leaps: the bluff: it
sucks the
mainvein
throb
up: it
skewers
all historical
pustrails present passed
sliterates a perseverance a
nightdull a harrowing wakehawk
whence surfaces the ring finger web
crawls, its blame tendencies
afterthought persistent the
rose tinting retinae
calm-corrective
course scrawls
a curse
a
palinopsia squamous and burn-castellating
random the hurt fibre-joined jumps
to the softwall defence chirt: is
chewed is moiled
over
a terse glance
sellcall a trauma
traverse a random
repetitive gross hurt a recursive
sciatica a backoning fierce
a stalking real-haunt
a stark headhunt
dread years’ dead count heart
haul the spiritual shocktic’s
already rupturing shizonty
meals the midgut you-yearn reverse
cell possessive stomach
hoiked into the
eventual the
scruciating
hope-spittooned
parslacked
'n spewed
ordinary

gesia

2008-11-07T19:44:00.003Z

you/r pare y/our antalgic skinbark
from its partcork roots: we’ve
phloemmed the anchorperk
the safety stays the
übershrift delays
the heartsink is
dropt is a skip-
stone scabble
the pip pain
blips vein: I
scrawed: I
blood: I
thrice
tourniquet
then scratch then
chase a brink spasm
then dislocated then sudden
then miscalculated a chasmotic
you/r jizz absence is a rereplicate
hemialgia a grated gnaw
factioned a throe
shudder a
convulse
unshamanic
the deresuscitating hone
the frantic body balm search
the haemal morphininous itch
cavity
follow you with a scalpel
nail a cuspid quick
a bitten a
froth: I
mouth into
the need, no stanch
branch to the red
herring
a thrombus
a fantasy gorge y/our
spoo jewel reality skin swathe
fetch wish rused, residual
but fetish't
n empty
empty

flale

2008-10-19T23:28:00.002+01:00

the with-strap has sharp say
y/our suck-lieu lets its bare
in a circumspect y/our
splayshaft unhinders
a dawn a speak a
maundering tzt: I
hold gag for thought array let
forward for forward’s sake
make may-play on the
might intake plight
feather a slight
tight whack
stay
a
way too
a nightfool
y/our every an in
wherever a led a blet
a wolfware a hipdare tyranny
y/our my ask reversal
not any incommon
cavernous
dewlap
drip
nor few
nor naked
but satinbraced
sliplidinous sissed
and prickdancerly
lipkick blissed
t/his again
beholdjizz
messfest
a fakefuck rest a
further nuanced lickchoke
reflex splaced a'test a further whealed
an’ recuffal an'
breathed an’
finally
laid
to

flowt

2008-10-16T19:46:00.002+01:00

there are graspetals where thorn thunder: I
gag you/r breath-returns for their
disregards cumulingus
sparse the threadtare bares and
deciduous spit marls finger-dualled and
part mouth faction tongue burl
a lick growthed
a suckrose promise
spithering its tuber ghost its
spentscent nascent gathering
id immense and fervent for grabbing: too
a spine lather as spontaneous as
cheat prince laughter the
prospecting princess
belly presented the
tucked courtiers
garnering
a starry
piphany until slickygift
in y/our fellationimbus hose
propriety dewprick sloegarden
grassed by grace fairy gobspots
sheen-easy unhairy flowsewn
and emptied of diademmed
dim expectation: I
courtier you
thrill you
pull
you
back
from the bind throe dares
find you rose, bare still
and there-smarting

rass

2008-10-08T01:07:00.004+01:00

disappointment a wishcrevice
calm koi pass, tenuous
an ennui upon
soakish
stones: desire a dour recitative
throbs echo how the pulse
was taught to hurt was
help-weeds’ lone
strangulation
the elbow unmawkish
dependable you/r riddle the open
cause source you/r coy the
everyday hidden others
their revoke terses be
maybe their peeve
unbiddens
how they may churn for prone
expectations until slump
buttery and sick to
stomach tales
then of suicides and glorious
tabloid-like sunset saviours
neighbours who bray
lovers who whinny
lo-perilous
the micro-fanged
bottom scavengers also
vains selfishs at an angle
to a cause a romantic fiction
turns pretty pack-graphics piranha
we grabble fishtongue clues
lump together a
swell tissfood a clump
spitstew, buoy; toss: marvel

churs

2008-09-16T06:43:00.003+01:00

y/our chayyim dottle in the whiskin bowl: I
slow-watch its slow-drip slopbalm
my plunge hands my finger face
demi-soothed in desiderations
my anger-auger a sprottle in
my rumen gag place: I
straw for the fierce
y/our salutiferous behest a’penanceing in
the overstark, potentially awed my
stagger to the furthervessel
hall a bellow-wok in a
goose stain hollow: I
tallow for y/our wait
fathom shadows to a less-crêpier
mass dace shape hold semi
a quasi-grace in my palm
fold: I hidden wipe y/our
taint taste over my
suck preference
a meerschaum lace trough ghost
trail luck history-shoddy and
plain pain staked and
want ruddering up
the fantasy stiff
complaints: I
cripple for the health wish hobble and
we-awash y/our follow-compliance
submissived in the cower recall
missal my happy pressure
replace, phase
recauled krissed and unfect cranky
y/our clear chiasmed: I
grok my sentéd
soapool equal
precoched
- splayed

ahms

2008-09-12T12:59:00.004+01:00

the rise repeal repress: I hover
us the fleet dream passing
morning the misplaceds
which limbs wake their
which caress songs: I
fathom for the hip
press: y/our aft-generous leg slip
to the frisk test y/our a little later
y/our return to the sameskin
rest then breath then chest
then back-lisp a crest a
frenulum risk hasp
after the open
surmise: I plunder
the hypnapopic acquiesce
slumber the sweetness
behest arm drop to
the happenchance request list
the witherene rising from its damppool
the skeething tut-teeth tethering their
conservative circumspect, more
the dread-sink in the stomach
the adrenergic pitalert
the swirt formaline
demands: y/our
blanketed
skirt swirl
derfs: I
stir to the finally firm finds - blessed

fuwe

2008-09-04T15:18:00.006+01:00

a sumac hip a divinious double divide: I
incendiary y/our firebreak track
legs rhus velvet littering the
mountainous sheet rucks
sudden bed dreg
stains a mensal
line
subliminates
our touch regains
sluck to the grab tack armpit sines: I
make for the sacroiliac secret
a gimcrack spot forensics vie
the underlabial and fundus
luck a non-severance a
go pre-pus discernable
crime for the leaving
of it: I
scry a ramp up within y/our lickback
honour scurry with the ravenous
untarry finger beat parry linger
stronger for the cry slime
slurry the try attack: we
bareback: we
very: we
exceedingly
slowly, a chasubled crux-nubble
bemired in the plausible heart: I
carry the hush responsibility
sip-sweet and replete
with purpose

parc

2008-08-21T10:32:00.005+01:00

this edsl sign
these ubiquitouses: I
lumber the previous mainder
reorder the morning agenda the
parabollicking tendency get-
aways there hides ghosts
they are wooled
they spitlay
chromal eggs along
sweatchest damp fibres
breasts splayed by the ghoul aura: I
dig deep into pocket seam
parameters the traffic is
a tag line for the hand
patrol wander: I
splice tender
from malign
the crawls pander to their hidehurt: we
have hauled divide knives
eyes yurt hearts bigsilk
over the tender
trawl non-defends
cry loam nourishes the leasts: I
cross between dawn mines
wipe nipples free of
maulmites spool
the thighsteel
to joopfeel: I
smart in my yet unslicked partcrack
for a pack of ants, would
swap for a swarm for
a nest on the neck: I
maunder a two finger slew: I
deadhead the semi-
temporary itch to
parchwood labia and onto swollen arse
the car bike bus ménages pass, are
a smooch substitute
the rub fabric
through

reliquearied

2008-08-16T13:07:00.002+01:00

and with the wither we are
altered and with the alter
we are salt faultered
are attenuated on
the further march
rubyeyed the loveblood
chest unstaunched
pain pluralated: I
late am a match
for stepped gain: tip
toe over the willow haunts
am filled with batteneds
with xyster-thoughts
plea spraint the wainscoting’s
twee cream something
haughtily shot-puce
‘n endometriummed
past babies come
out in a shoot of their
own flowering crying: now
we are free to skither about
our slithery origins are mithered
are invested hope predictable growth
curves critical periods: I
tie my laces against
proof, rheumy this
haplogic which
attests dreams beget
take my pillow, rawbone,
miscellaneous patchedsilk
into the hovelled staunch nest
dabble with stoppable
dither myself until
tomorrow

2008-08-13T00:38:00.002+01:00

oenochoe

y/our pulling lip: I
furl fer the wine/deftquiver y/our surety
overleft from correct from decorated
from deft ancestrals/sadnesses
y/our luscious again shush: I
y/our fingerpressed in-
rim flavour pursue
which wounds which
knowledgeabled aim: y/our lick
advantaged forefed y/our no
needing y/our other
tendril tenacity than take: I
noguess neither erreur oblige
y/our swallow noblesse grievances
vintaged, laid gone ferment
gone maid down gone
lacemad with years y/our sweet
y/our smile y/our misplaced
handle on it y/our decor-
ative hiddens overiped
sucked in immediately: I y/our thus
correct curve whose hmm
choose-kiss temporarily
empty of world pouts
against remediacy
(we with the
finally) form
-ally pours
touts

2008-08-06T17:12:00.002+01:00

shust

I desiderate y/our soak satin
for our appropinquity
illusion pull y/our
drip imprue from
the seccocrust behest: then
again y/our manifest confess for that, that
bedshift in a dryplate impress
the almost shambles
the shoulder
stumble test the
abreast initiative
the nil argumentative: I
half after a moist-start a
cling reset: I
the dew tongue
begin imbue the ripe hasten
crest fizz the rise sherbet touchpalm: we
for slide long for appreciable for madid
reachables talk nigh yes imports: we
clavver about our joint sweat dreg
our arguables we boundaryless
rudder the bladder escape
some ageless some
when-occasional some
wry, the dryable splayed
to rue piss the spray
provender wander
the insigh our
core meander: we
little-death the blot excess: we
y/our partitive afterlife
exsiccate: we
decussated
unharm our satiate: we
happenrest, leg-intrenched then

2008-07-30T13:33:00.005+01:00

crrests

s/he says fuck the fosse too inoften: and
its graffage is a divide: we
slide the sheugh-scarp
on our relief hints: we
savvy our soso-slurry: into
certain house divides bermed
and impermeable: I
dowse scattle words
for t/heir teeth chatter: I
dither t/heir leg sike
for determinate
for hitherto splatter
counterdrainage in: the
intrenched vanfessed matter: all
pastwall the last-ditch
the crutch delf intest
the cornermouth dribble
the wishfest
the grab
the bib
rip sluit-shoot
the breast fetch
the no rest suckle
the slow moreslow slide: to
the rim rime
toss pretext
thence milkprize zest
..jumpscarp juice crest:
s/he's a’pinch for the landmark neck
ringfence missy and stoodfast stet
and slutwet: I
forget each time: and
buck the engorge: and
levy a
next

2008-07-27T22:08:00.002+01:00

swhirl

have dropped y/our cold snap y/our
raw tack joint and several in the
wingepool: the weather is a
surround no matter its former: y/our
meltvoice curative on matters: of
profound of serial of indebted
close bletted into sleep preamber y/our
some is talk is ardent is
some canny is cloistoral: the
whisper-test a hounds’haunt
shush
barracking lust pictures banned from
their mooring: a
caul cool hooding its dirndl safehouse
natter over t/his history-serious
past: you
hoik y/our placed bets for the bleedsafe
snivel one care passed caring past
caring a repetitive aeromancy
a step test and: onto
the null
an ice element
a clement lull for the old spell grab
tendency, saliva makes a sultry forecast
down touch-chest: a
labial restless: a
coriolissed: a
perfervid: a
sassied
stress
wet
co-opted
to:
a
devoted
taste piddle

2008-07-23T17:28:00.003+01:00

p’aint

y/our give me detail: a
petal drape-crease elbow-desist chair
stretcher bare lip quiver singular
stare
more lick lustre: y/our
particularment
contingent: upon
closer upon minutia suck upon
backlook: I slip for the no putupon
seep into let-perfection: y/our
run driftage, slubsyllabub
stocking’d slymargin: we
day streamtime pause
we the should respite
the concessive abandon: y/our
vanishing-for point score: we
the ahfuck fundamentalist
into its she-shine chuck
repository
our persist she-lacks derogatory cause: the
perhaps after-her small smalltalk
baulk
go labyrinthine for
the pointillist sweet salt cause: y/our
forgot tongue re-membering
its saline fork clathers
for the mothermouth
all fine rub chalk
all blow graphite sub-sunflower ought old
brass redents up the thighs bought
by paper by money-evening by
residual fastening rough
resorts: I old fashioned newsprint
pawed up the
caught
shorts
lent
and: we: insured against the luckteat phenomenon
got wanwashed got ceased
got by by a sighsigned
forethought

2008-07-20T23:36:00.003+01:00

sleyece

I seek the finthin slit-in the immense
scarification edge stigmatted upon
you like a mutated birth scar
strung glamorous and
pearly between
precum drops
firsted before
fist and twist: I
leaking the fingercarve
movement deft and sure-of-self
rim linked south from shoulder border
west to recommence a graphite rose bluemadder
wander-touch zenned for y/our
nether blubber then-scratch: I
slaughter tendrilly splays
cockchafey sudden
bloom anchors: a
tattoo-taste spit
lunges my
mouthway: I
bite y/our dermis-splint buff
feel-permeable covering away. Flense
and y/our denizened sweetcells
from written to
truffle come
flake to my
tongue-flay, leached ache-scum
to jaw could not have
gone more meat
today

2008-07-19T20:37:00.002+01:00

sloff

y/our cast-trail along my weave dredge: I
fasten eyes for slaverslime
for speculate
my greige goods are spoken to soft
drapes musktainted and
use trained: I
dewgland: I
sleetch the tipglide trail cover
splayed: y/our
settle fingers dither up the splatter
way: y/our hands paying residue
tax between my
creases my heave a lax
froth my Eve-shame sapropel: we
shudder the hessian coarse
grain to surrender
stains belted for luck: I
stuffle y/our amethyst marriage apron on
the piddle hook paddle the rug sedge
to dry rag surrender: I
pack pattern,
huddle: we
y/our risk smile
fray at the muck edges: I
trudge our lesser
gain
y/our arms meticulous
in much

2008-07-16T23:47:00.003+01:00

shee

I catch y/our strip there the catspew-fear: are
disremembered remains sheer and
fever-arreared piloerected
crawl-splayed double-
trailed to dribble
trace y/our: our
embrace proclivities
wall pawpad marked: its
pee-mad sprails claim the night
inspection where: you squaited: in
the pitch eves’ whitespace sprotted: a
past a she-enemy reaffirms
her traits psychobladdering
her previous form
her caulbore
domesticonstraints cojoins
four by four territorial want: of
more and more spored: she
deplores all y/our: yourshe
she grows screamical
demoniacal history
eventual history
down-
fall
her arreptitious shit tip worn: a
well walked by
morning

2008-07-07T01:25:00.003+01:00

leaning curve

her lap is a sailor drought
notable for compassgrass

after childbirth for three days
her legs together bound to

stop the lattice blood work
her knots dustbowl antics

she climbs maidenhead fern
steps progresses jacob’s

ladder stern wanderings
turn aft forebodings entire

botanies dirt trapped between
thighs and each hair a cheap

genealogy her no a lost shinepin
her skin sewn godless beaches

rimed by tideless tides her spurge
face her irises moons at a new

year eclipse she places a pinch
a’rotpeppar upon her bellyfur

lungfish spew chickpea millet
mix dead stars onto stillborn

surf and her husband cuts her
for his her-sperming next cum

time her waist is a mangle
for sweatressed defers and

every Sunday a bower fog
shall confuse her arm rigging

into a readable constellation
bogripe and cured for frigging

2008-07-02T17:23:00.005+01:00

sapt

my scather in the sapwood: I
tear my pissbasque on
hornbeam pricks: t/his
tumbledung click reminds
scumber jacks scatter along y/our
fuckwish lines after: my foot
falls: I stall to spittle binds
more: starborn stallage
eft my knee voids
flattened by scabfeud
rewelled by meloid rub-burn spoils
foiled the: night wants you in me: I
puer in the fevertree shadow: I
empty me of
matter for our rectal
stecoraceous hallow spree
gutteral against incense cedars
spreadfruits shagbarks slitherleaf trees
swallows silenced as if by a neverdawn swear: forever
and more whatever is mine is yours a
shudder scream-promise follows a
slippery elm trumps its boilulcer
glutinsinuous grueltrunk
splinter balm and: I
am breast-hurt,
lopped in y/our
sterquilinious
cumcourt
splatter

2008-07-02T10:13:00.003+01:00

op

I have had my
eyes sliced

I am used to
being these two

persons one sees
one cannot cry bleeds

lids down the
long after the cheekbones

2008-06-23T13:23:00.004+01:00

zat

ziss hot stockinned sauce
ziss oblivious you unsixtied out of me
ziss oblivion chardonnay sluiceswoon
ziss afternoon soonawayday

.............. where to be replicated
...............how bought wherein
...............these smooth devowelled
...............shebrew dozestates
...............these few realchrist moments

hold
sway

ziss might be found in the eggbread mix
ziss may be dated in the future laystyx
ziss underworld tempts’ societal licks
ziss manlay bodegian taste nights

..............why did that prayer thus
..............for what was that gift given
..............from what proslogian
..............to which little pea me
..............by the by also

ziss from poor
ziss to pure
ziss ear/ear
ziss and more groan

.............with moan
.............against moon
.............without chance
.............within mayhem
.................the mirror

ziss
amen

2008-04-04T12:16:00.003+01:00

trade account

I every walk the morning path; my soles bare
palm parch dust; my husband has failed to
protect the market; he co-bears consumed
flesh as a portion of their emblems; his heart
grows a yellow fatty substance in trying; I do
not paint my lips in grease nor put gold on my
fingers; I worship the first thing I feel; my love
is a filigreed framboid; it has no power with
him; his bodyneed burns hole through the
rondavel past hearth; our neighbours bring
twined brush in soliloquyd bunches; when he
goes to trawl graves we wake ourselves with
whispers; we creep the logicchinks but our
efforts keep passing and passing; I fend off
our elders with my hip swerves; children scrawl
elongated nipple tubes along any wall of my
water walking; we shall desist analysing who
pierced our protection; one lineage edicts we
swap live liver for amanuensis; but there is
only that which we've birthed with our mudfroth;
no organ suffices; my legacy is penance is
a small bleeding blister jewel; I hide my curse
by evening; the scrubdogs pelage our night
perimeter; I wake from cursorial dreams to
put a pinchpelt upon my amulet cleavage;
my little stone awaits in the dark prayer dark
corner altar; I write away networks of phagous
debts with my broom; my advances are a
single pale pyrite palpitation; tonight the men
go labia hunting in respect of my progress.

2008-04-02T22:14:00.002+01:00

s/chains

s/he has visited steel upon
me: elinvar in crack realed
s/he has veered to re-
appear austenitic
cold chisel feel
and unmerely
severe: my
quench nipples
retched, revered
s/he has pluralated
swish responses from deal
bruises face-hardened falcion
pardon arm excuses: s/he has been
teeth tethered below
me: s/he is a slow
koftgari crave:
vanadium and strongtium
open-hearthed in this part strumchink
created all longtitudinal all clink ubercold freedom gone
............................................ ... adornment: s/he comes
more frequently than pleaseplease swoon allowances:
s/he sheaths more eventually than really
intuited: creels more honesty
beneath me: twelve gage
chainmaled diamond
meshfleshed after-
weals pinkripe
for linking
squealed, and
....heart carabinered

2008-03-20T20:25:00.002Z

life on the pink

I want y/our pink
I want y/our slink proclivities
I want their satin subtererogatives jizzed
I want their dermis defiance necessitated on a
one touch risk
I want pull rip
I want slap sponsion
y/our after-spit stockingrun potion

I want y/our pink
I want y/our rosebud-ink
I want it vivificative, unspoken
I want scratch blooms red-fletched in a
downswoon motion
I want arch creation
I want it all-lip festered
y/our fast sap interlink concoction

I want y/our pink
I want y/our little cheekchinks
I want y/our spittle rim spectrum
I want its tossled risen rub sheen glistening a
swoon marcation
I want lap stink
I want consemination
y/our smooch dream connection

I want y/our pink
I want y/our leak brinks
I want their birthcream spillage
I want their dangerous possibilities peaked to
horripilation
I want hide and seek
I want blend mutation
y/our after-earth meek mendelian

I want y/our pink
I want y/our dear cheap
I want y/our chiasmed seepage stoppered
I want it blot tethered towse topped smeared by a
steel link rope
I want hope tied and tested
I want what I think
I want your kink

2008-03-04T18:36:00.004Z

kiss on the camber

I want t/his kiss
I want t/his hole a moth mouth
I want its jizz-probiscus curls not to miss
I want night festered pluck suckerered on a
my piss opportunity
I want lip occurrence
I want itasit unfurls to slip
t/his salivaspot honey-hun runnel
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his jadeblue zest taste
I want its anything more than just the gist
I want deep dug freeze thaw cleaver coombe
whorls to pucker
I want spume abundancy
I want it predated, heirarchied
t/his inhumed haste presumptative
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his sharpness
I want its finger print bloodlet acuity
I want unfettered access to its fuck potentiality
my let impunity
I want rush salinity
I want it pre-adrenalised, re-
realised t/his repeat phenomenality
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his swallow fluency lissed
I want its rinse property frisked bonebare
I want care hurled'a tenacity city horizonless
my daring normality
I want boundaries stalled
I want yours mine theirs hers
t/his s/he enthralment bought to climax
I want t/his kiss
I want t/his wet promise hapaxed
I want its chastise-enfranchise branded
I want it doublestandarded backhanded singlemalted fizzed
my dime, my risk
I want swerve rapacity
I want its unexpurgated remiss
I want her kiss

2008-01-20T15:29:00.000Z

bent-trance

he has me backed up in the cave. I
want his she. I
wait and wait: my
past sefer-scribed, scrolled up into
its own profuse anastomoses. I
am pinioned by stalactite causes: I
have pissed my feet with the waiting of
him. I
cover my toes with
.........my third wings: I
shall draw her out of him shall have to
unfurl shall make satin from
serge: I
mither grogram specks to scatter-pearls: I
scavel in the chert-dirt pick scent trail,
stiffen enough to spraint: she
further inches and further her taint stink gossamer rose and silk and incomplete first
rouses : her
origin glossal: I
want him holed up in the patience truss: I
want her fossiled in the residue sluice-duct: I
want her towsed: have her undisambiguated, smacked up in the psalmplay splay
position,
bait
laid

2008-01-02T15:12:00.000Z

I want you

I want you to hedge a bet
in my cunt
I want you to stack your deck
I want you to place your cards face-up
I want you to show your hand
I want you to shake your dice in a little plastic cup
in my cunt
I want your ace king queen jack joker
in my cunt
I want your canasta cribbage poker
I want your blackjack gofish euchre
I want your major arcana
in my cunt
I want you trumped
I want you to national hunt flat race steeple chase hare chase fox hunt
in my cunt
I want you to bring out champagne socialist Range Rovered protesters drivin' down
my streets a cryin' hey it's me and I'm dynamite an' I don't whyin'
I want Van Morrison Patti Smith Jim Morrison
in my cunt
I want George Clooney with Mickey Rooney's energy
in my cunt
I want J Edgar Hoover all dressed up
I want Damien Hirst maggots I want Tracy Emin's tent stitched up tight I want her bed her empty
booze bottles slippers snot rags fag ends knickers Saatchi artwork Momart warehouse fire risk
in my cunt
I want Condoleezza Rice as performance artist
in my cunt
I want you to impress your carbon footprint on the world's deepest hardest farthest highest
I want James Cagney about to fall off
I want you to set foot on Everest and make my base camp a dump
I want your pathetic inadequate outdated sentimentalised Forrest Gump irony
in my cunt
I want you denied your enhanced body armour bullet proof vest by a British Army financial
efficiency test in a Baghdad nightmare suburb ignoring Hellman Province poppies
I want their lush plump prime sharecropped lot festering
in my cunt
I want George Bush's best terrorist threat quotations
I want Barack Obama and Hilary Clinton facing off
I pray the lone assassin's bullet tinpot buckshot
I want the unlawfully held let off
I want the condemned
I want you to lose the plot
As I said I want you to hedge a bet: you ain't seen nothin' yet
in my cunt

2007-12-31T20:19:00.000Z

I want you

I want you to call a meeting
in my cunt
I want you to write the agenda and then stick to it
I want you to turn up unannounced and screw it
I want your directors your investors your speculators your animal testers
in my cunt
I want you to make it a brand
I want the grand the second-hand the canned the sweated salted pan-fried
suntanned stoned single-malted jellied jarred mechanised and undermanned
in my cunt
I want the barred the banned the pitied the marred the scarred the various assorted
in my cunt
I want them hosted I want them toasted and I want honey-roasted
I want the courted the dated the feted celebrated the underrated
in my cunt
I want them borrowed I want them lent I want them taxed fined overdrawn and spent
in my cunt
I want them early I want them late I want them awaited
in my cunt
I want them carbonated chlorinated percolated fluorinated
I want them long short précised abbreviated censored expurgated
in my cunt
I want them hell-bent pimped limp stiff dressed spiced trounced dumped dead tipped tripped trapped pumped primed ponced
in my cunt
I want the attested the arrested the sorely tested
in my cunt
I want rich men poor men beggar men and thieves
I want take this take that round robin jackshit diddlysquat
in my cunt
I want Adam I want Eve I want the Garden of Eden the Twelve Tribes and more than enough seating
in my cunt
I want you to arrive I want you to leave I want you to thrive I want you to take pity
in my cunt
I want you to take shelter take care take cover lay siege move over moreover
I want you to hold steady make ready
in my cunt
I want your fleet I want your gain I want your storm troopers high seas heavy losses hard won terrain
in my cunt
I want your sacred and profane prophecies obituaries broken promises lame excuses profuse apologies and any other business
in my cunt
vetted spellchecked typeset diarised photocopied faxed backed up graffitied scrawled reinstalled and texted lest I forget: I want you to meet your calling
in my cunt

2007-12-14T19:36:00.000Z

I want you

I want you to make war in my cunt
I want you to abuse your hedonism and then schmooze it
I want you bandit on my road to Apocrypha
I want you to sign a secret treaty and then refute it
I want your Lucifer look-alikes I want your cluster strikes I want your military order
in my cunt
I want you to drive your tanks along the trackless sand in my cunt and flatten
.............................................................................the already homeless
I want you to ask the World Bank to pay for it
I want you to forfeit your rights to fresh water
in my cunt
I want you to lie down and whimper
I want your missile code I want blood all over the road
I want Coca-Cola to make soda
in my cunt
I want the company to deplete all wells I want babies’ bellies to swell with constant hunger
I want the ironmonger selling slaughter with your guns
in my cunt
I want your daughter gang raped I want crack cocaine I want all relatives slain
I want no rain I want minefields I want night raids I want dead sheep
rotten teeth AIDS and phantom limb pain
in my cunt
I don’t ever want it to be over
I want to run for cover
in my cunt
I want to shout for my mother
I want your polemics beliefs disputed boundaries your oil sheiks your gulag factories
your lack of government your dispossessed disenfranchised repossessed lowest
class your non achievers fervent believers
in my cunt
I want your doublebinds your headlines your wealth your alibis your convincing media bullshit
I want you to stuff me full of it
in my cunt
I want you to live behind dark glasses and an electric fence above any suspicion
I want your botoxed celluliteless legged fake tittied trophy size-nought wife practicing her catwalk
in my cunt
I want you smooth talking whiter than white your height-weight ratio perfect
I want you beyond all redemption
I want millions dead
in my cunt
I want your head with its clear conscience asleep on your pillow
in my cunt at peace dreaming of running along some endlessly Jungian .......................................................................................beach
I want you to teach the children lies:
paradise is paramount
in my cunt

2007-12-11T12:35:00.000Z

I want you

I want you to wake up in my cunt
I want you to yawn and bend and stretch
I want you to draw apart the curtains to my soul and
..............................................throw open the window
I want you to walk around and around in my cunt
...................................................until the sun comes out
I want you to say hi shake hands laugh cry sing dance shout
I want you to celebrate in with about without my cunt by for before during after
I want you to creep run doubt dither hover zither slurp and saunter
I want you to chill out hang out dial out roll out pig out speak out flat out
hitherto for thereafter
I want you to fail I want you to succeed I want you to falter
I want your doppelganger zeitgeist id and alter ego
in my cunt
I want your presence spirit psyche world possessions money home children enemies and aura
in my cunt
And when you are done I want you dusted and busted and fabulously gloriously re-
alusted
in my cunt
I want you to rest in my cunt with your head
.......................................on my breasts
I want your worst
I want your best
I want your testimony to my cunt
I want you unstressed impressed best dressed highly suggestible in my cunt
I want your whisperfest in my cunt
I want you defenceless and exhausted
I want you to fall asleep in my cunt
I want you to seep I want you to leap through dreams of every possible permutation and celebratory aspiration inspiration frustration altercation in my cunt
Don’t hurry
Don’t tarry
I want you to:
..................marry
my cunt

2007-12-05T12:01:00.000Z

spinal tap 1

when she left she
left me ~~a slice~~ sliced that
should be strikedthrough
but BBCode won’t allow it like-
wise I hate old men who hate old women
who talk about masturbation who won’t allow
it so that I look for hubrisses on
floors because of disproportion
ate strikes
...................................................................and
fabulous other stuff to be constantly wiped and
masturbation allows for that like-
wise doghair which is why I
keep dogs (so) after the
left there is the spine to be sliced that
extraordinary scenario the one fewer
old women escape ah and how old women
hate
(you) would be surprised “well dears .....................the
enemy is outside in the hall a puckered Klein with fullbodyhair
μing like Lothario on speed” so that’s why dogs dogs!
especially ooh the little one which licks when she
left me sliced waiting for
my eventual degeneration
she forgot the fun I might
have my little cackle circle
laughing and laughing and hence
at their expense a full hand and them dithering themselves as to
values mean
while the younger ones it’s true still suffer “once we were married he
went so (his ethnic background) on me” but all I can do is advise more
filth on the floor I say don’t answer the doorbellphonetextphone don’t. Just look
down there is more than enough crap beneath your feet she after all left me
little liver pots surrounded by their own myelin sheaths
now puckered as fluted pastry cases I’ll get someyoung
unsunbathed flabpupp submissivemale in here who’ll
kneel (a wholedose of history in each masturbabyory spot)
......................................................................and
clean
up

2007-11-18T01:23:00.000Z

deliria 6

it goes like this not few but you many and after the spurned with who I would rather practice boundary issues yet you bend over my table with your several pounds of arse ready to be pinked up like pimentoed turkey breast the table is turmeric against your arms flesh plump as a stuffed satin cricketer’s crease without its wicket I would rather practice boundary issues than fall into their embrace their little pulse race ripening to a good crescendo I go for the fat for the duck white innard for the slap for the repetitive for the reaper’s aft your cleft beckons its slime smile I pace similitude along the rug’s edge penury sheep coins in a field corn in a goatskin bag a prodigal reckoning the story beckons how you turned up at the door your trousers a useless disguise your shirt to be folded against torn your shoulders wearing their own roseola your rim ready I would rather practice boundary issues skim wait turn bait there is a murder scene bodies discovered grim archeology and your sweat flekking up little shuddery micro-worms and perhaps afghanistan given a turn and a mention of some new device to catch anyone who speeds and your seeds unsettled and something male and not extra but ordinary stirs and somebody affirms some early day motions jools holland looking haggard and I won’t let your fingers wander from their plinth and your offering squirms and I have birthed babies through the place where my open shut slut churns ah quoins ah scrutcheons ah chili-burn schisms in the indecisions I would rather practice boundary issues if you’d ever put payment on this table how rich how stench nourished your feckless lack of intercourse ah pepper me pearl be girl I would unfurl whiplash clichés I would sell all tell no one I would rather practice boundary issues than confirm this could be a hatchet or a cleaver or a surgical nomenclature I would have neither weapon nor yoke your sissy swirls your bracelet distraction your fathomless need for a spokesperson on a local traffic problem a choice of channel a definite prizewinning ad all irony some tune some fad some idiotic comedian and the dressing of you goes on and on and her dad had waited for them to find her body and opera now leslie garrett with a voice slightly less cat than celine dion and I let you over your legs ajar and you manchest plumped and not bare for long for underwear on and dare enter and there is where this is where I would rather practice boundary issues buried in the brownfirm curled little hurt as ready and as coiled as a wordspring I whisper filth on queue and practice boundary issues and you and the EU summit lines up to be photographed and I enter in search of a heart and your fucksmart demeanour withers and the hurt and the carpet and the burn

2007-11-13T16:12:00.000Z

deliria 5

what if eyes were situationally unobeyed....menstruating over their cotton-clean iris yields frayed and unraveling at their into present tense dare me edges?....what if like sedges swaying and replayed their slow slow make believe this is god blowing in their wind played hair....fingers more disguised and seep tears dredging out their filtered sand grit sworn pledges to stay inside....besides the heart valves have not sworn to force to die but keep their up down in out temple bared deciduous engorging....fall at first the first daring....your limbs long bare double bound to tares paid by the tabled dared contractual exchanges forging....your dried-bayleaf-brown frenulum pushing at the eye the nail slicking back the halfmoon quick selfpaled slip....bucking the struppering false falsetto toned bewares....bemoaning grace....entoning the what if....and what if the braced....what if the elsewhere forebeared....the nightmared compares clevered from their snigger-snares....pitted to the clit-theorem budding awakening through-dares sea-mares slithering....the caissons lessening....a correlating venation along arm to armpit destination.... a salvation....a fixation....murderous and special....a zoning of the iridescence moulding....growing....a suppuration....the parison possibility....glump like fire....like moltening pearls....like highwire chastening....humbling....and all crushed hopes phenomenologically escaping into coruscation....the weeped a’sleet lubrication....an' asking....a delectable exhortation....into the what if pleading’s interlunation....a disappearance for difference....the naturally-naturally disproportionate masturbation....lineage....prognostication....a fatal tempering....reprobatory prevariacation....a tuning terrible....firebraked momentarily defledged childhood’s dread upitting and invasive....conditions of grimace....laced locked and extraordinarily ordinary....once more again....and the lame lain....and the head bent....and the spent meant memory....a sedimentary stain....pain and the wolves....and ice....and vein becomes veins a separation....too too soon ordinary....what if slept....a passing....a death....a cursing recovery into the what ifs’ deign to forgery....lewd after the asking....and a crudded crust bludgeoned by a moment’s rent....and once more mere....and spled....and blood

2007-02-12T11:27:00.000Z

Monday's matricide

better to make it up than look
into the caregiver's eyes
curdled as a dead
béarnaise
the knarled gnome reaching
for his keyboard/desk
long hair tucked in
fraise
waking psychoses to dawn
a misplaced smaze
of adrenalin ores
unslaking
joinedup thoughts would
she twitch or fetch
up gutteral para-
phrased
forever-post-traumatised
special fx? postalco
hol and some one's
hexpression
indicative far goner
than realities' antigimonious
spooks
better to give it up: stay
until day's prescient rant presence
fails
praise
seeps from carpet airwise
evaporates the routine
parableptic ruse to
lie
vacant,

2007-01-31T15:51:00.000Z

Intrusion

Forget the previous festives. The year begins with terror.
There is a gas impediment atop the ramparts of the kind
modernity proclaims too weak for suicide. Yet she would
snort it down her nostrils and torch carpets. It was always
her. The curvature of a sign, perhaps a taunt, predicated
upon drink times. How this strongholds the cleaning up
of present. There may be other wisps. Forest suggestions
for instance. Mournful weak westerlies. Cobwebs. A
dewdrop upon a bird's beak. Outside-this unvenomous
respite requiring no exactitude. A lover's redress. But
these lost in the clean-up haunt. All must be presentable.
She is coming back in five minutes. A threat list: hands,
crumbs, creases, any-use detritus. The smile steady
portrait squats behind steep. Here comes her feign-lipstick
stench to trammel the scorch parade. A nicotined rictus
and she is ever present as a weak dawn highlights chores.
There is nothing tenuous. Anything dirty heralds her
perfection. I lick. Mother ready. She appears within
a doorway, lights a cigarette. Stalks the night peace
more than half a century later. To test the chains
around the keep.

2007-01-12T23:54:00.000Z

the warrior-apices

you got down upon your knees and began to count your strategies ababa a-grain-of-sand ahaha dust-specks-in-a-sunbeam nirabbuda rabbit's-grain abbuda ram's-grain vibhutangama ox's-grain sarvajna poppy-seed bindu mustard-seed sarvabala barleycorn mudrabala rabbit-egg niravadya sheep-egg akkhobini ox-egg gananagati eggs-in-a-basket samaptalambha eggs-upon-a-roof hetvindriya eggs-within-a-cloud ninnahuta clouds-within-a-sky hetuhila skies-upon-a turtle-back vyavasthanapajnapati black-wishes-squashed-by-white titlambha white-wishes-upon-a-grain-of-sand nahuta sand-upon-gratuitous-compassion nagabala compassion-upon-loneliness bahula tears-cried-in-loneliness kotippakoti holiness-upon-tears vivaha a-palmful-of-holiness kshobhya prayer-unspoken vivara prayer-upon-a grain-of wickedness pakoti wickedness-upon-a-grain-of-sand kankara homeland niyuta heaven-in-a-sunbeam ayuta the-all-inclusiveness-of-and koti and placed a finger-and-thumbful of spittle upon each grazed knee through torn cloth and stood and went about your daily business

2006-12-11T16:18:00.000Z

The nocturnal fix-attempt

The cold-forged nails are our waiting. We make panels around our isolation. Of it the spikes are already driven into pailings upon which the rain coats and runnels against the separating boards. The boards are sodden and turning to tissue. The stomach understands this and we inhale the liquid as sweat. Sweat is simply itself contained within itself within the rain so there is only squeam-surface and that as cold as cold and more rain sheeting too and against that the only barrier a glazing. And thus to glazing sprigs ice sharp as the night falls and sprittled through the stomach hope. We have to batten down somehow even though no equipment for it. They dole out everything we need the sleep carers and thus make the nailing down more far off as morning could be. But we have the ice fields to traverse and later mountains so as for the heaven feel we are practical with all things woolen and multiple layers and even the catch garments have tiny tacks somewhere within their seams. Pins too. Whence the water falls the clout nails appear along the edges of the fixing slates. We are compartmentalized for the handing out and the galvanized dreads come and something akin to anti-nausea the slight beckoning slope of it so enticing from the ground the dirt wire mesh to get through to get to the field the field of our making the ruts of it. Our rolling the black rectangular details. The reached-switch machine would make a film of the nailing but it is as loud as drums the endless cut and endless in number the endless tacks the water down. Sheared from our joint slaking the stakes backed up against our ankles and only a singular tension and no disassociation not grouped for any map start and no one to pull back and no one to remind and no one. All the moisture a gut capable droll hammering of it of foaming at the mouth's expense of the temples of pulse points in the elbows' crooks whenever we are grateful. The hands out for pliers to recycle the nails by but only a dull steel-like smudge where the moon might be. The rose-head nail a swallowing the wrought nails the throat snails slow the choking then the roof of the mouth a overhead hazard which threatens to slip in its dry like a terrible tearing or a tear-duct tare the zinc-scream of it waking alone in a sigh of loose tiles slithering to at best a claw tool vein threatening the terror. It cannot happen so the moon is sluiced away. To where here broken between the dissolving panels where taken to fixing between saturated withies the walls half-holding despite pleadings the bleeding shins marking descent there again there each step. And a hand's breadth gloved yet loveless trek. How slow memory hoardings melt how low-abandoned for loving for wanting it to hold together. Cannot nail must glue pelts how spent how bowed the hell-bent head the alloy allowance waned. Squarer now and with a single throw all offers useless and a no no no.

2006-10-24T01:05:00.000+01:00

Dry-substitute Derogatories

So it is a dayscape. You must decide. If you are to decide for dry you must identify yourself. Which side. For placenta or grouse-supper rituals. Otherwise slow soporifices. Marigold. Caraway. Poppyhead. Their succour strength undiminished by ground, by hard. There is a caul in the offing. Vacillating do the blubber vanes gather. They are known by humps. By what they contain and their pressure evidence. That the gather-reflex has predominated. They are steer differentiated. You must get up a war party store against the line decay. A smudge for every time the fingers have touched. In the shallow muds clarity is not a choice but a privilege. A silver spoon in the river mouth. Watch as it eases a passage out. You must intend also on direction. To sever your entire service-sense you call up the foam animals. They gather in storm circles. The clouds make séance. Then from the crisps they have come. From the scather banks. From easterlies which made even the tongue stick. The roof of the mouth was its best bet. Could not even whisper for alleviation. And swallow a pipe dream. But still the swim-legs come and all manner of relatéds. Counting them a chore unresisted. But resist you must. There is a line. The black line. The black line cuts through everything, everything delayed, especially spiral capable things, those which blossom, those which degenerate, those which point blame, those which honest with no context. It requires a taste steady for gore-gazes, those killer eyes seeking to core. However, it is you who has forgotten more sunsets than there was sky for. Though gut-sad it doesn't stop. Is strong in consistent. Here again the dermis-dependents. Watch for the hawk-carrier signs. The iceglint in the eye. This comes from compressed things which are neither side of the line. All nondamp. All reconsigned in a terrible hurry so that the final word can be gotten in. And this not like a living-harvest which needs chopping. Nor a gathering. Nothing No mucousy cover. No fungi outgrowths. No humus extra. So then to dry after all. It should be in blood but is in a slight tilt of the head. All wakes to the dread-levelling hint. And all shrivels before the consequentials. Despite light your look through the maul-slips. Not one bit that isn't written on the wall. Your call.

2006-10-08T18:22:00.000+01:00

The Banish-Alternative to Witches

The witches are our ship. Its deck the sea. We lie upon a thin sheet, undulating with the waves, our knees bent into backs of knees where no anatomy names. Sail north against an east coast. Dare wind to drive the counterpane, tugged around chins, ears. We are warm in shared exhale only; the saltdamp searching, seeking between warp and weft, the crest and fall increasing. Seafetch ransacks all intimacies, skin in shiver spots; we tweak blankets to pretend the cold out. Whitecaps whisper in circles above their horizontaless conspiracy and in dreams even the surfzone freezes. Invent a net, contrapted to hitch up against prevailing ice. Ice forms upon its mosquito-surface. We must risk an arm above the bed to tackle a lone, dank haulribbon. Ease it over our numbheads. Uncanter indown within it. Block ice now, outbalancing the wire sprung rim, biting into mini-hinges. Snap it to susurround us. Hang on every indulge to fasten. Yet it bends with the weight of ice. Make the mordant bedding a slivering pine to balance on so that the psyche may recover. We are naked yet the surface solid. Use the soles to tread down any wave formations beneath us. The wiremesh bed husk turns a pale sycamore-cream, becomes bee-keeper gauze, the entire ship ensunned by protection. Ice on the outside lends heatsuck to bare goosedflesh. Pretend heat and the ship can sail on north, slicing ice flows, all mock-hull, flimsy wood and crushable. Turn. Turn the ship to metal. Turn the ship west across the arctic line through obstacles more terrible than diminutive iceneedles into every pore. Sailing steel needs soft. Pull hoods. Pull skirts. Pull sleeves. Pull wraps. All clothing nondescript flimsied atop the head, heads in a chorus. Knuckles masks. Peer out between vista makers. Ponder upon. Drop anchor. At random, dock. The witches little shrivelleds. Make drust. Make seed. Pay heed to blow the deck clean. It is drying in patches where the breath spots. Try stay as a concept. No hay as yet. Nor rock. But home anyway. Take stock.

2006-10-06T21:43:00.000+01:00

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2006-05-19T16:53:00.000+01:00

cue 2

a hegemony of bulrushes this way no
stiff rout but some slight triumphant
bending against a wind more hushed
than meaning to

likewise yesterday's love, all external
with the faintest bendings conglomerated
but beautiful as if that word silk wrapped and
dreamed down into sum

today has come like the creeping now river
tide, half imperceptible according too
the higher sensate order yet

inevitable as all eventuals must
as all dreams become

background and the incessant must, a
damp emptiness where neck arch indents
made any hitherto privacy
rheumy and needy and vocalized; thus

do birds rise who do

presses that cannot be stored; the fact
that only drips are left and at best dried-away, bodies
on the living-room corner-screen
a multi-humps gestalt

pain always left out no matter
what the sky appears
as if of Nazareth
a good code to
swear by

2006-05-12T17:03:00.000+01:00

The Recursive Haecceity of Forgiveness

There are subterfuges,
................latent, across carpet. Singular
hair, once heads; skin by its nature entopic, how
hidden........................................as weft,
....................................................as
warp. ............................................She pans through panes to
ground thistles’ flowering remains and remembers
wet and vest and puts on specs and
goes out to inspect ......................and
finds intrepid cinquefoil creeping alongside her best efforts
tries to disembroider past from now: postpartum apples
..........................................................pears was wasp bitten
......................................her own hair a nest. At rest back
to inside. To front some sort of death
in the terrible tryingness.
Leftovers, akairic she supposes as the 19.08
kettles on a balmy slight south-south-west.
Detergent suds she pets
lets touch her
cheek
begets him his conspicuous ambition/logically circular defences
bagged and hung like pheasant waiting stink. Passed.
Trepid spots where grease met children’s finger tips
soggy, indiscreet substances
goose grass stickies.
Tired

..........a fog, a betrayal
dog-eared promises. ........................................................ Yet

heady 'memberences.
Eyes heft.
Smitten.
Softing planes, blames rewritten.
And sex, sex, always sex.
Blessed really with arms
at the ready
...even on the brink
....and at last, steady
......and steady and
...............steady.

2006-04-17T21:50:00.000+01:00

2006-03-20T20:05:00.000Z

finally: wed

there are so many places for hiding
the unused engagement and wedding
rings: in a quasi-ephodic skirt hem for example or behind

any row of dusty unperused books: the
former would have to be unpicked carefully so
as not to pull its threads and the latter could not be

theology or prayer or spirituality or Donne so this
takes: defness, placability, strict causality
between dust and needle and mind and:

eye and fingers and strength of: character
which comes full circle round to:
God so is not: linear but:

something more akin to: forever
hefted: bending:
shedding:

arrogance:
the fear that all tears revert to: no-
thing and these failed arthritic knuckles would have:

slaved to
no ..avail

2006-03-17T11:14:00.000Z

txt dscre[anCs (1)
I shaLnt dEcrepit
d mndz flag-flaw
lEnianC riplz
strapL @ itz
thush 2 wip d
choir stipe d c@
cruelT redundanC
– uncRtN 2 stafe stil
d windz vegatictiv
clamp, hol yt
steD, steD

2006-03-17T11:05:00.000Z

discre[ancies
(1)

I shall not decrepit the mind's flag-flaw leniancy
ripples strapple at its thush
to whip the choir
stipe the cat
cruelty, redundancy – uncertain to stafe still
the wind's vegatictive clamp, hole
yet steady, steady

2006-03-03T20:07:00.000Z

txt, lIs & l8r l8r

U told me U wud luv me 4e - wot hapnd?

weL i mEnt it wen i sed it bt dat wz b4 i lookd eternity n d fAc

lookd eternity n d fAc wotz dat sposd 2 mean?

it mEnz God doesnt sit on a footstall o hide n an egg bawx nor iz God a worm n an apL o d beginNz of a zit on yor fAc

i hav n idea wot on erth youre talkin bout

datz exactly my point

wot iz?

dat God isnt on DIS erth

bt wen we lookd in2 Ech othRz eyes & U sed oh God oh God U ddnt mean it thN?

n

weL wot did U mean?

i mEnt dat it wz hEvNlE

& wot exactly duz hevN mean 2 u?

not DIS

& wotz DIS?

DIS iz sml v v sml & fst &amp; bak & forth lIk tit 4 tat & itz alwys Bin d sAm

bt suRlE God iz a bit lIk dat suRlE suRlE?

I hav n idea wot on erth U R tawkin bout!!

oh hEr we go wen youre 404 U alwys mAk it bout me

U stil ther?

yS

U wer tellin me bout God sA mo

therz Nuttin much mo 2 sA az i sed b4 God isn't 2 b found n a packet o doesn't cum az a bundle cnt b contaND isn't EzalE grasped

k & eyes? wot bout n d eyes? Bhind d eyes? how do explain a fire?

youve Bin watchN t% mNE b mviez

dun diss me pls

i wz jst trying 2 lIten tngz ^ L%k i gota run

God wud do onlE 1 of thOs

U ther?

yS bt mAk it qix i gota run

arent U goin 2 ask me whch 1?

n

weL ill teL U NEway - lIten not run

k i tink i got d point ...l8r

2006-02-08T22:18:00.000Z

before melt-down
I loved you as
sky earth as

on the second
day separable
discharging, hands

grown used
to mud met
seasons and

lifted time to
weeks, sleep. Years
felt past as

if all svelte
yearnings decramped
as

if no for
anything more
than that. I love

you now. Wish
for a turnback, a
first day unmooted

round, without
round, without
curses

2006-01-28T20:23:00.000Z

smooth 1

This week my priority is to circumscend
the fingerwagging head voices' tagging
but there are dulpications in furniture
patterns and not enough straightens.
Permutational, illyrical has gone
handle but one upon every thing:
a chair should not have one, nor
pencil which can after all be held
within a hand (a hand neither - )
may. There is no opposite to ad hoc.
Most's a must even compel one to mind
the nature-prelude yet be beneath me my
oh beneath-me-one!; let the disinfectant surface
.gatherers flee already fled displaced by
..song. Long awkward touching
...solemnity too immense to
...cross. I cannot plead
....come dust with me
.....come dust. Has
......not the same
....... sheen upon songone
it. First things first. Pretend sleek.
Then bend only as far as day goes.

2006-01-24T10:49:00.001Z

and friends...

2006-01-22T15:53:00.000Z

bound

I want to get off the wheel of life but someone's
coming for tea and I need to clean the house.
The ashuras are these horrible unrented jealousy
makers and keep playing tabla in the kitchen.
To quiet down they demand causation. They say
tidy away obvious totems: those in front of the tele
or any hung on personal photographs. Here's a
black and white one of me taken at the seaside,
smiling and it harbours a mini Ganesh across the
right hand corner of the frame which itself is
colour coordinated to fit the sitting room decor.
This is from a different religion so it follows I must
circumvent cross-contamination. Also I should
degore all previous flower arrangements, flush
demons and never tell. Whereas there's more
to swallow with fresh doom in pristine cups
and endless loss on the carpet. But hush,
that's the doorbell and my friend Margaret.

2006-01-19T23:24:00.000Z

the origins in your past of what you had become

were never in any of the places I had not been to
secondary roads we took to escape not to find

no possibility whatever you said that the uniform
green leaves of summer would start to turn into
autumnal colours of an action to stay in one
place: this the only possibility which still

exists, a real continuity, endless possibilities
homes never to be honoured because, now recognised
and congealed into fact: your free hand touched the animal despite

Baxter Black's advice
this not a beast drawn at random
but who you are now: a trip which
wasn't planned and which we didn't
apparently fall into: Eastern North and deep

South alike
you were made
homeless, forced out at gunpoint
knowing already eight seconds is all you've

got
you can hide
but you can't keep on running

2006-01-16T19:12:00.000Z

in

there is bed rotation too
many adults and
two children and

too few rooms. A
bedroom door to
memory which

stands ajar only
enough for air flow so
very cold alone – moon-

light none - parents gone
drinking n
nanny a

white bird's nest topped ghost laid out
in the other
bed

room. They both scream mommy it
seems continuously
they both seem to

make the same mistake to crave the
woman who
drove the

screws in who fixed the
iron bar to the
top of

the door so that
it couldn't be
opened

more than a few inches
wide
so

they wouldn't get out. Soon
soon she'll be
back

drunk and
with any luck and
despite heels reach up unhook and

let herself in and by the skin of
their teeth they'll be bidden
their ritual

urination before they
wet themselves where they
have been left lying crying but

is this her their mommy or
their dying nanny or
the ironmonger

come to do the
necessary?

2006-01-13T18:52:00.000Z

egg talk

the sea is a turtle
bound for her beach
whatever the moon
incountable
ugly, necessary
numbers are hell
no one way to lay to
bury guilt
yet many, many
models: legal or
juridical or
theological or
I dreamt love
was mere belly-gloss
was retched and wretched
scutes-tempted shove-spew or
froth
was pact
was hurt
was cost
was loss. So
confound your palms-together kneeling
righteousness
an arribada
on yer balancing

act
we are boundary
not sea
the real is a predator

2006-01-09T22:50:00.000Z

m'other

there is nothing shaft
about her

no sunlight
nor even straight

arguments. If forgotten
cannot have

been anything
ground in

in she is in dust
and twitches

scrubbing, scrubbing
away: it's not

only done publicly
for money

but nightly on
private parts

and not the soap after all

which burned
but her determined

round round and
round
of

2006-01-09T19:02:00.000Z

.................................... dream was you see
...........................theirs are a misogyny
..................teempted for severence's special
.................some steps harder to
...................arrangement but not yet
...................only gleek'd by offchance
....would be his dogging subversion
....might be his night bladder(ha!) catchingshort
..........................................hr. a maletolted on her
.......................................hope all is well there misprizal
...................................oh is it still ok what we do?
.....................................heaviness upon her
....................................meds might
.....................................sleep will not
...................................catch a fall-
...................................star
.....................always, always
.................sad away the scriptural screw
.........thumtacked continual havingto readinto
............then no basis
............then
............whatever happens
no basis

2006-01-04T21:38:00.000Z

bedtime

her body was her twin's but there were two
of them so always the argument who went
first

there was no hot tap only
cold so water had to be boiled
in the kettle and poured into the

bowl and there was no special bowl
only one used for washing up
it was enamel and had to be

put on a towel as the table was polished
and there was only one table
and that was in the back

room as there were only two
rooms and the front room
was the best room

and never heated and only used
in the summer or for visitors
so they washed in the

bowl on a towel on the table in the
back room and argued who went
first

and whoever went first had to strip and
both parents watched them
whoever

stripped first had to
wash with the
flannel the

body in a strict order
from the face to the
feet down

with no
soap on the
face as it was bad for the complexion

and there was fairy soap and then
when lux came out it was lux and then
camay but camay came much much later and by then

they had breast buds developing and mounds
but there were still arguments
about who would go

first. Eventually they were allowed to wash
in the scullery with the
bowl in the

sink but by then the
bowl was plastic
and the

pubic hair
showed

2005-12-16T19:14:00.000Z

calling

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-- . ... ... .- --. .. -. --. / .-- .- ... - . / .-- .- ... - . / .-- .- ... - .. -. --./ .- .-- .- -.--/

2005-12-13T21:01:00.000Z

at the station crossed

.- -. -.. / .-- .... . -. / ... .... . / .- .-- --- -.- . / - --- / - . .-.. .-.. / -- . / --- ..-. / .... . .-. / -.. .-. ..- --. --. -.-- / -- . . - .. -. --. / .-- .. - .... / .- / ... - .-. .- -. --. . .-. / .- - / - .... . / -... ..- ... / ... - .- - .. --- -. / .-- .... . .-. . / .-- . .-. . / -.-- --- ..- ..--.. / .. / .-- .. - .... / -- -.-- / ..- -. -.- .. ... ... . -.. / -- --- ..- - .... / .- -. -.. / -. --- / -.-. .-.. ..- . / .- ... / - --- / .... --- .-- / - --- / --. .. ...- . / .... . .-. / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / --- ..- - ... .. -.. . / --- ..-. / - .... .. ... / -....- / - .... .. ... / --. --- -.. .-.. . ... ... / .-- .- .. - .. -. --./

2005-12-13T20:54:00.000Z

exceptions

.- -. -.. / .-- .... . .-. . / -.-. .- -. / .. / ..-. .. -. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .. -. / - .... . / -... .- -. -.-- .- -. / -- .. ... ... .. -. --. / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .. -. / - .... . / .-. . .- -.-. .... .. -. --. / .-. --- --- - ... / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .. -. / - .... . / -.-. .... --- ... . -. / .-- --- .-. -.. ... / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .. -. / - .... . / .-. . -.-. --- .. .-.. / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .. -. / - .... . / .- -... .-. ..- .--. - / .- -. .- .-.. -.-- ... .. ... / .- -. -.. / .-- .... . .-. . / .. -. / -- -.-- / .- .-. -- ... / .- -. -.. / .-- .... . .-. . / .. -. / -- -.-- / .- .-. -- ... / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / - .... . / ... -.- -.-- / --. ..- -. ... / -.. --- .-- -. / -.. .. ... - .- -. -.-. . ... / -.. .. ... - .- -. -.-. . ... / .- -. -.. / - .... . .-. . / .. ... / -. --- - .... .. -. --. / .-.. . ..-. - / - --- / ... .. --. -. .- .-.. / .-- .. - .... / . -..- -.-. . .--. - / .-. .- .-- / .-. .- .-- / .-. .- .-- /

2005-12-11T13:17:00.000Z

confession

I shall sit down with locusts not lambs
I shall thirst after a fleeting gold thread embroidered purple
vestment hem's
skirting

I shall eat desert dirt in mouthfuls of bleeding profanities
I shall not be capable enough even to borrow
camelhair
covering

I shall be unable to heed anything comforting
I shall blame my own family. Turn away tomorrow,
much as I did yesterday, empty
handed

I shall leave behind the angry, faulty, empty, paltry, anxious,
haughty, wicked, crazy, ragged, filthy, haggard, normal borderliners
I shall become mesmerized by ordered
scripture

I shall watch the institution join its dots
I shall spot its hallowed reputation unfaltering; follow
its difficult daily itinerary rantings

I shall list glory, history, sculpture, painting, fabled places, grace
and cake and wine and lace and self-congratulatory smiling faces
blessings mitres chrism sacramental industrial sized disgraces and

bare upon vultured rock
without water or flock
alone, hidden, hide
not head but
soul

I shall be thrown not to the lions' den but as of old
I shall trust no one again and again
I shall not be saved, I shall be found, holed up in the devil's
lair

I shall sit down hungry with locusts
I am in despair

2005-12-10T23:05:00.000Z

2005-12-04T00:38:00.000Z

How To Deal With a Foreign Body

Notice any stray hairs.
Don't flick them away.
See them consolated, as if at the end
of day sun came breaking strangely
through showers, threw
plain yellow upon bare splayed fairy twine.
Made gold flutter leaf, shoulders ormolu.
Perhaps one soldered between
teeth or food trapped kicks
in the throat's chief gag capacity.
Don't pick/sick. Permit the hair
its tensile dislocation.
Allow a bright thought which goes along the lines
of anything disgusting may be of benefit.
A sudden repudiation is not to be
messed with.
Notice also chins, fists, parts sybilised
or extramasculestrial, male bits
painted
over,
rags silk.
Beware webs and pendentives:
these are not the same things.
Do not belittle illusion's tenacity,
the spider's ability to deceive.
Trompe-l'œil exists in the mind's desire
to deceive itself: strokes, prayerful attitudes, impossible perspectives, lairs
where stippled flashes enrapt,
where anyone who dares
wins a vanishing
point.
Over and above all this there's no glass ceiling
on love. We have all brushed up on hollow
commitments.
Don't simply disappear.
Don't just sit there.
Don't delay, scrawl, crawl, quit, prevaricate, fake feelings, splurge
vortic promises upstairs to heaven. Life is not a preliminary
precaution. This is it.
Whatever you
do do, do
not split
hairs.
Climb down from anything
Michelangelo. Last,
but not least,
swallow,
don't
spit.

2005-11-16T22:57:00.000Z

Preparations

Shut the drawers. No.
Open the drawers first.
Check for forks. No.
Knives. If there are knives
crossed, straighten them. No.
Check for knives which are out. If
they are, straighten them. Crossed
knives attract lightening.
Then put any knives
into a drawer.
Make sure
they're
parallel.
Spoons. Light is crescent upon a spoon.
Turn spoons over.
Spoons contain.
Spit. Not to polish but to shine.
Shine remains when darkness covers,
even if it is dark inside.
Retain composure.
Keep fingers busy.
Mark words.
Paw doubt.
It is show time and pretty soon a morning star
will wander for a manger.
The Madonna's hands shall be Raphael eclectic
and not one bit bloodied: an edict unwritten
in her wrists.
How remiss
to have missed stains.
Pause. Check for rain.
Rain heralds anger.
Keep no thirst. Never call spades. Recognize
a pot when it bubbles over. Moreover
place all cups within shrines.
Allow irons to cool. Strike not, nor linger.
Take measure. Pool any present danger.
Hush. (No, hark.)
There may be breathy strangers
haggling cupboards. Hurry.
She might unswathe, or tell
hordes where she hoards
more treasure. Myrrh for example. Although no
one knows quite what for.
Shut all.
Shut all.

2005-11-13T22:04:00.000Z

concerning foresky times branches empty
seasons rimosed black arms frittying

no brothers nor promise have no for no
nothing but tertiary ingots, mammary and

faithful trading regarded by the master
as fidelity in small matters only but big

yourself know very well that day will come
like a contrawise at night stealing attraction

when people are saying, "Peace and security,"
hoping not to give away by glance, touch,

rush, a seeding in the scrotum, a
sudden disaster comes upon like labor pains a pregnant

and they will not escape how you look at them these
inactivity men not negligible but seriously culpable

But, as brothers, are not in darkness, for that day to over-
take you like a thief

For all of us are children of the light and of the reaching
and thus of the reaching darkness sick browken
promisays sick

therefore, let us not sleep as the rest do, but
let us stay alert sober angry rookunhavened

the sharsted commitherings have grown
the different we are is upt on
  the dirth dropped

   mucoust tears upon moldleef moldleef moldleef
     worms scorn not partying erections

black fantasy that you were

2005-11-07T22:46:00.000Z

signed:	Sunset Beach 2 1/1 1999
(name)	but
grainy b&w was	taken after
a	tropical storm
looks:	'worktop left over from pastry making'
with	lamp post, flipped
boat	you sleeping (as I now know it)
off	repression
its inevitable toll	depression, 'our' un-
amalgamated	D/s
fantasy	world doesn't show how the storm
meant no cruising for the day	no knowledge of the two guays' house
on the sea front	stealing
credence, the vertical	be........nt, (me) framed

2005-11-07T00:01:00.000Z

mundificative tenses

and you could
out matter, sludge balls, grit cormed, waste shoved-born

and you could
some larger, some pea small, fall

and you could
flow, broken by screen, by granular force crawl, more
gravity screed then decreed, out all

and you could
formed, disown home secrets' excreta, these not aired but as
locked as un-

slippable you could knots. Dread
shifts not, dyed fast remains,
as if read and you

frames could where horizontals don't, nor
emporerirical purple
bore eyes set.

you do short shrift, as wealy west winds shift uncommonly
dead-south git

and you could
uncouth to be analytical about rifts familial or otherwise

and you could
a for example
sideboard transcom's imprecations press

and you could
flout logical routes
but hardly

and you could
bet months hence, hormonal, quarrelsome, the stenchiful stands we

and you could
to taked us astray, led as I was

and you
by daily labia lust when I should

have been cleaning and you could
say Talk dirty as

you so often.
and you did. Was brainwashed

and you could
me into believing selfplay prayer

and you could
down there in
empathy's bleeding purgative

and you could
roses

and you could
seductive

and you could
any litany, especially the.

and you could
to the lions defend they have rights these male shoulder toucherers

and you could
fry in their supper
takers

and you could
be saintly within disneeded correctibles

and you could
pillow talk God into a His PR job

and you could
remaker of childhood's suprasuppressed moments

and you could It
is not afterall crawling traumas then which haunt but availables

and you could have

and you did
Ah
if he'd have touched me I think I would have died

do
murderous projections

and you could
lose vespers tarnishables polishables compline warmables slipupperables

and you could
replay

and you could
hide/kill

would in order to deny

you could
shadows quote and

and Outlines slouch
and hide

and

and you could
kill again within the forgiveness sufferables' quotient

and you could
this side, never really
this side

2005-11-03T00:42:00.000Z

the lying downon bed
......................... is not sackcloth
nor conglomeration, dead
..............ends, widows' raiments, hard

to get the tongue around even
in
...uneven whiskey evenings

but cascades, several and sep-
................. arate.......... yet ingenuous
fer'all this world clotted cloud
...................... base fluff depositary. All

past years' kindnesses summated
................makes passing................ out
preferable, ................. momentary
it was Tuesday but could be

...................................... next day hard
edged usuals: visuals too ready
...................... what are wall thumb marks
made? peripherals biblicals

................ slip too readily like undercooked
sex carpet edges too insummated, con-
..... summated (took months) – he was angry, projected
most of the time. Time a decay for his crammped
anxiety running on always that unprovoked dad/almost

...................................... knocked me out cause. Come
back
....so her saviour told her you no longer have to sell your
so her saviour told her, not shaking his feet, you no
....... longer have to sell your body for a Tesco sandwich

(was scared
was eager to please
was groomed
was intewrittently bonded just enough) kept coming)

see reality through bread not underscores. Fled
I... have...................................... .........have the freedom

a molecular negative, homeopathic, curative
what dirt was is now sloughed off boots
................................................ sandals
................................................ pumps
................................................ shoes

of all sorts
sand a stand
drunk as a lord beached mattressed lo
the walking away Be Held angel accomplice

incredibly available and well... ... endowing

2005-10-24T00:12:00.000+01:00

rugs and stunts

the places where you fell asleep
meticulously noted by
others who could
account where
you would
not

a library where you said your head
fell upon your desk all night, a
house where supper
went cold

a lover who believed in you
a holy sister too, freed
from her order

and your maraudering
complications uncovered

eventually

a just human to human touch
the persistent phone calls
from an ex wife you said
you never got

the hotshot lies

a dear little art gallery you found all by yourself
a hospital appointment
the Frenchman
the Asian
the cripple-infatuation so deftly handled
in the bike shed amongst summer roses
a sudden bladder infection
from a bug perhaps

old alibis
triangulated

how we find you out
how we mock you
how we pity you
how we loved

you. For God knows what impossible
calculus it needs to keep
these plates spinning

threads breaking
with each
stretching

truth is a thick depth
not a thin surface
not all of us
bent

on pursuing an exit
out of the psychosis
you project: oh the spaces
you have slept whilst others
kept their home fires burning

the clean sheet you are already pulling back
for another
the cover up

women clearing up after the Resurrection
no commitment too great for separation

2005-10-23T00:14:00.000+01:00

How Compassion Was Not To Be Found in The Hallowed
Retreat but at The Heart's Necessitated Indigence

Scutcheons, uncoursed sneck-rubble cellaret,
the oak desk's apologetic lost badigeonated shim,
whorlings, sparlings, unbestéd, fusty, velvettéd chairlings.
No rite gained in ligneous secrets nor stouter granite
undressed flint pocked bearings, hollyhocked pailings
where starlings stremorate their seedful yearnings.

Neither within the washings of the brittle outer
scrittle quoins which mock their inner post-modern
for-face shined stripped pine uncarpeted floorboard
counterparts or standard Duluxed Off White glossed
wainscotings, woolly ready-rugs and tables' tastefully
refined tenderly defined lace dangly trimmings.

Not for children's helping themselvesings, dogs (even
repenting) undisciplined lollings, beautiful blues
against more blue purply campanulas, greens over-
full stelliformed stitchwort creeping, analemmadded illicium
dripping the end-of-today's finishing greasy rain dregs
drown on pimpernel wedging their fostering narcissi.

All that and the joke pixy prisms at play amongst Trustees
who walk in a showy shown sway, half-full tested to have
to fully appreciate God's way of bringing the light indoors.
More clean than there are hours. Foresworn non-
decay of daily chores, a discipline,
a Rule Made For.

Thermals pecking the drapes' plumb line verticals.
Calls by the unexpected, by phone, by statementing,
by remarkably-like-barking mating squirrels, tight wallropey
tail stalking, who spitefully cheek-puff, therefore logically
ferret away unripe walnuts, pea sheeny and hard
as apostasy.

A politely knocking inquisitor. Sublimation hidden
in guests' mindful admirations. Openness
midden in such depths as foundations must be built
upon for ancient things to stand.
Renowned Persons.

The book about this place which is history being written,
a demarcation marked not inside any visible
margins but derided as the non-permissibles.
I am suddenly broken by eyes more scantles
and personae slate, the saw-toothed veneers,
the flexi-plexi-fixed smile acceptance plugging my true state.

I want to lie without the division-wherewithals and not lie
and prime my dearthest lacks river (Isis) away.
Wash the collapsibles into the horizontals so the home may
cant and dither, whoever owns may give a shroud,
may wrap me in their most abode,
where risk no longer is a category
and arms nothing furniture but those which hold.

Be bold the cumulus stuccos a scurrying demand,
battles a failing dusk but I must fashion a soft
new architecture to fit the existing style: creak out
my freestone vulnerability, my ghost flotsam personality
and quasi-professional jetsam crust who was me.
It is not between plush and gush that I am stuck

but by what gentlefolk a'surd who seek to lose
themselves and the stringent order of an old house
where a carpenter has not been heard entering
the locked gates entitled No Parking (for aeons).

Wood shavings have lain scattered like anaemic gold
flakes, stingy snowed
below and from here
I was not found
having been
found stark
wanting.

Built of brick and stronger stuff, went peaceless on my way,
not quite what I could have for-at-face-value sold,
yet enough at least to get me through
a day.

2005-10-09T15:34:00.000+01:00

tru(c)e

he did not
............careen and the blue lobed or cross won't help
carve her from marble
................ (you) she walked the verges until she bled
he had blood on his hands
............................the marks stood up as do poppies
gathering his clothes a storm
............................her bruises pressed against the w
precipitation beads the wainscoting
.................................indow like antipasti and extra,
but cut escape into her into her flesh
...................................extra virgin olive oil in a jar
their heads salved to a pulpy formality
.........................................................petals spot-
followed her arse beat caudal molecules
..........................................calcinated by her tears
almost to vanishing point until he
.................................she took grass by the clump (it
could no longer stand smooth
........................................was the only salve ~~imagin~~
and sliced the scene in tw
.............................................~~able~~ available) falling
o with one heft her
...............................................as only she was able
threads bare and heft her with one
........................................break framesing scissoring
menstrualled bare as he was able
.................................t/he precious protected species
a lick-patch a(s)he was
.........................a rosepath behind her her eyes thorns
strewn as
........he could do none without her and when the rain
fell it
.....despite any prevailing conditions scars roads signs
fell
..misleading only so far as they would go each wall
...an edge
true

2005-10-08T01:33:00.000+01:00

metabletica 5

ground a giant dead heroin addict’s arm
black tracks busted by the worm police

rats have eaten crisscross drainpipe
grooves around the compost maker

nights anaemic blue opal bait has fastened
its pull within delunared spaces

several mornings I have checked
for how many pellets to replace

have inched further and further across
the right hand side of the bed where our death

permits boundaries remain unlaid
and any sex thirst is routinely

splayed between silence
and seven years’ rotted

edict. There are happy
families out there

attentive husbands and women with shiny eyes
who have not been subjected

to the lecture-roses: marriages too
without maggots in closets

or the separation hex looming
its constant fix need

I hear scratching yet sheets
do not even suppose a corpse

listen to what rot your psychosis
cause causes

2005-10-06T22:30:00.000+01:00

growing older in the adult day surgery unit

1

how non-propagandist fingers
resist hoist, flet swathersome
neo-characterture belly sweat: thri
reponderous. Dram me'in please. A
swim-med swamp, mayn’t rise

no quick, no reflex proper yet
fastéd was as if stomach all that
mattered, tanked with something akin
to pethidine and then all chatter as if merely
more than as if not as if sum of all tall stories as

he’s a man in a white skullcap
and white clompy plastic clogs
no – white plastic clompies
and blue and blue and
and oh quite obviously lookedupto

who is qualified enough to slug epidural
through the spineskin disc gap chord anatomy
parted The Red See push aims me over
my own wee little cracklely pee-proof
pillow I go

numb with the great steroid hope
and any Cartesian apartheid
between heart 'nd dope
feshonned out nope
blood pressure

fine would you like
a sip of water?
world reels a
bit more
bionic

than an
hour
ago

2

having a cannula remooved
is like pulling a Christmas cracker
all tense shoulder faked fear and anti-climax

3

I have a bruise
diarrhoea and no party ha

2005-09-29T22:12:00.000+01:00

grace allows to be seen	that there will always
be a tomorrow	(again and again)
today. That:	the show must go on
like:	sex as bonding
like:	us as ‘team’ presentation
or could be:	the moment you don’t greet me with a kiss
but	blank almost, preoccupied with whatever hat you are wearing
a courteous kiss:	blank on a cheek
check:	your change, your coat for:
stray	hairs. De-brief me, knowing it
helps: to	get my attention onto you, no
real care for my tensions	only get the story out of the way
then:	play the hetero-part, all controlled charm. Just don’t take
me:	(will never ever) under the bicycle shed to the
lecture-roses; your	boys will be back soon
and other more	fanciable friend(s). A pursed cheek offered, curt, done now, through – the night’s performance
achieved	part by part by part...

2005-09-20T20:59:00.000+01:00

that the comprehensible was simply a ploy for you	but
	considered a contract by
me as if:	worms bought forth their
dead or:	as if once yet once a-
gain you	turned your back: each
little supportive act from me	reinforced
a:	pen
(but only because you:	wanted to buy yourself another, bigger
then again perhaps a:	book recommendation
like a:	dog rewarded
for:	good tricks
and like some other	kind of dog
left before:	7 in the morning
your body sick and tired	and craving more
:	solitary
:	pursuits

2005-09-19T11:20:00.000+01:00

that the imperative is already the indicative for me	but
	not for you
whether:	as a flower, unfolding
or:	as if a leaf unfurled, speeding
up or could be:	a branch wavering against a backdrop of anything
a:	light beam refracted from sun
to:	a window pane
to:	greasy wet air
then again perhaps: a	spider’s sink line caught – its home a
becoming a
belonging.	There I searched
(and all similarities).	(Or
at least most others.)	And
did not find

2005-09-07T13:38:00.000+01:00

2005-09-07T12:21:00.000+01:00

Sunday Mourning

I am not the dulciloquy drazel tree
You are boulted
The dulocracy of covers
comforts me not
There are tares dumbfounded
as tautest sinews
lest we break
we body
we muscle
we feeble-mere masquerading grip-teeth
we a sheer smile
we daily multi does-its
duly pull foreover
frattéd, neverthless from bookshelf
depositary or maybe some past
feudal brain intellectephony
a fluidism
upon slim
upon ankles
gracious wrists
compliant fingers
a thin sweephair cheek flourish
Armchair feigns its fiduciary recompense
Temporarily only to the Altar would I, hobbled, hackey
after the priest’s personalityless house-keeping
his never-a-fumbled unfolding
level as Spirit placing
only the chalice’s silk pea-emerald sheen
swimmingly unseen post expectancy
Host repositarrying
gold embroidered
ensymbolled
ah-cloth
Anesthesia need
“What - , what do you think we shall grow old and decrepit together?”
you asked
No, not if after the night’s intimacy
you reserve the broad daylight
bachelorhood headline
beaming barranter’s
your go
your hag-leave
your yawn journey
without kiss not even a single grey hair from
me
Jointress I am not
Shot branch brackens its private
good girl flaggered propengenity
into budless dead
scales. Bark dogs.
Rebeggared now as if widow
Pillows’ indorsation quasi-carrion
mocks an enforced celibacy
now a carbulled pretence
Bother me not
Drive to your domestrivial detritus won-zone
and label us all:
our little spines
glutteously
done

2005-08-29T21:36:00.000+01:00

coh~~ncfes~~sions

from the property they posses of absorbing certain materials
from the tissues and convey
-ing them into
circulation

1
( ) has begun the effexor again
this will affect his prick(ling)
I hold secret/ofor him in my lap must
bow my head to view it flex my nape nap
I love the possibilities which may rise from the river
thud-fogs once a girl was saved floods wilder each year weed
which they never cull will choke it that and the risk of weil’s
(his) serotonin is rising
never mind all this crap
they will row
( ) floats
we grow through a oh carpet burn joke, a small snecksnag

2
at his knee khaki agapped in the moonlittening jungle
hair
man’s hair
black
I’m fallen into fantasy as ( )kneel
( )kneel
I plant verbascum. It will be my spike
yellow bloo-blooms amidst white furry
unmentholated yet-menthol like leaves

3
in Portugal in my marriage along the road up to Monchique
one year there was a eucalyptus forest
but then it must have burned
or the marriage went qucker
than expected and years
years
screw pines which occasionally phallicked by
bush-fire sun not has not managed oh look to retrieve
trees they are sticks
charred
whatever did I did learn? this

4
dawn bought pain
down my left fallopian tube
that would have been our ‘mistake’
but there’ll be no blood more than normal
no tears no endometrial pyre
no spilt milk
caught between a devil and a thumb
gr__ hairs

5
adrenaline is falling
my hair is falling
in comparison to world events
this means sharepriceshit

6
my daughter left menstrual blood on the carpet
if she were a witch she would have put it on
the garden at full moon the lymphatics have derived their name
from the appearance of the fluid contained in their interior (lympha, water)
they are also called absorbents, from the property they posses
of absorbing certain materials from the tissues
and conveying them into the circulation
and they would have been women not liquids
and they were women not

7
there are clod holes in the grass
made by the dogs
the dogs of the full moon are not grey but russet
as appropriate to howlers
they beget their own kind there will be a helioboric hollyhock
as a reminder and by now years will have seen excess eucalyptus
sold for a good profit

8a
rumours abound
3000 blown to smithereens in korea
but whether that’s north or south is unknown
but up they went
up

8b
(a proverbial reverse plumb line)
and the world is sdrummed by fear (come, eat, eat)

9
your mood
your legflesh view byte
black a friend’s father caught a rare encephalitis and was paralysed
not a fish although he slept on his boat
They made an enormous haul and He cooked them fish
for breakfast!!
and although many thought a ghost ate

10
and eventually down what was left
that wasn’t vapour

11
heads bowed not metaphorical but literal body

12eat

2005-08-24T20:42:00.000+01:00

moved August 14th

lift begins the utterly the he lift
no progressive cervical syrupy
hers dilatation, foetal descent shift
incensed by slowing hierarchy
mode for fourth for hold for floor support
should be thyme verbena sage sweet rue
contradiction: his biretta caught
nares-wise slow motion less honeydue
equals sharav - a virulent windbite
cannibalistic goes it all n’er Lundy
Fastnet nor Shannon, nothing childright
teeth, carrion, aliunde
this Assumption dogmaticated
(pause, a brief redundant rear pulse-led...

2005-08-11T11:59:00.000+01:00

spine diaries 1

threshhold

gravic and the tensilelessness presses
docquets for less than precipitous certains
cannot conquer swing or swerve with the timeless
neither joy nor necessarieds’ helmage earns
free passage: all movement moot sloth
which must slither plead with stepbets
non-supports, duplicidentate wroth
pain in its stab style recinds assets
better should shrivehold to shoulder
the world
not does but skimmers a mirage temptress
females are writ stronger by dint wombened
my position codeined, varmint lackness
pain; whatever could be manly’d away
bites. The whole right side left to rule today

2005-06-21T12:22:00.000+01:00

ditching each other’s outrecuidance
(sonnet on a midsummer walk)

mesamorphy stakes hostly a
pleasure in physical action

certain somatatonia
poral the tongue lip traction

l'histoire événementielles de
nos peaux: ces qui allez sec

puis – (sans pensées) - humide
dans un clignotement feck-

less back along slack translation
no dumb lick-held lead but true’d,

trothed: course, lanes, beleafed and sun
drunk. Some estate’s flint walled ghost ’bued

walk/stray antithetical
ouais ouais catechetical

2005-06-19T14:00:00.000+01:00

2005-06-17T00:56:00.000+01:00

2005-06-05T20:26:00.000+01:00

not if for the cloak hem but as

and you must pinch the ghee-sky’s refuse not
and you must screal at stability’s passing
and you must reconfigure the dank
durgemud good, walk plank for each crass autocratic
night’s wheeling day’s automatic peeling phases healed
crutched buffeted darned, darned-not, holed, splattering
broods chucked, tossed, feather pocked, caught up into a
mackerel sky rorsharch’d mithering. Where are our shared

babies’ crotcheting mutterings DNA magicked
as if all life petri-perfected? Mine opposed
to yours islanded bland then in the empty
socketed yearnings of the affluent who
have shit-nothing. What the pertological poker players mock
mere whims skimming nothing more embryo than whipped up
fool’s gold fluffed and marketed cropped dangerous stealth masked

grasp slither through the teeth’s grate press my knuckles
not for they ache dither hanker over the best
yet locked yes I am crespid and there is much
time before my individualisticated cuneiform comes
good to true evening out said credible dusk’s incunabula
trust microbobes at this point thrust the XY bleed-axes severed

as tired as endeavours as Good Works as faith
need never be. How crass this helpless endless secondary
theology passing. Oh God, Yougod who broke my heart who
violent as muscle dark as flagrant desertion certain as heroin
spumed deflesh as a shark-bite subsuming bit frothed with delight

found breakage and you must flinch not
floundered at the wrist pill spew gag slot
kept upright somehow the palm lips must not
fall now at this last post. Ghost holy or holy not

matters crustacean so all afflictions cower to jewelhard
card lucky striked like lightening and the child whiskeyed
against fright sister lover friend brother sundered altered

dread supped and shining heaving dealing a glint
a gilt glint a perpendicular unoddity suddenly not

chromosomed anything, free, to bint be

2005-05-15T11:04:00.000+01:00

my leaving

I'll be the tyred traffic
which crosses the

bridge I shall join hordes
who do not comply

fade into shadows
that won't readjust

despite lust’s
synovial suasive syzsgy

semi-dark in the waking
of high night

to ply
tender’s fallowed temptation

because why