n/a

I was carrying round the perfect

counter argument to myself, all 

this time and I never knew it

I hope I haven’t blown any fuses

by reading it aloud to myself

every morning when I woke up.

To be honest, it feels like it belongs

To someone else. With any luck, I

can find them and blow them apart.

The police could never prosecute

Me for that, could they? Could it

Possibly be that they might know?

: 22 Jul 2009 15:16 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Rope

&

A secret sign hangs -

No, everyone understands -

The chances of your family

Living alter egos with another.

The first sign is a

Blue rope down

*

To a long path. Steel

Fences flourish by the side,

Traffic cones lush in the grass, fit

Scaly bollards with open air apartments.

This long path is a

Relative.

*

You dry plant, do you

live in a letter box, are you

Alive in a smothered building?

Will you change my attitudes towards things

That become sculptures

In the night?

*

I’ve been struck by this:

Tunnel vision / Decisions.

Which light is THE definitive 

Light? Since it seems to be everywhere now,

Or at least it is

At two ends.

*

Alpha particles,

Contextualized: the fat man

There represents the tac-au-tac

of everything here getting thwacked away.

Yet 2N + 2P

He is not.

*

gt;

I’ve been meaning to

Really work this out, really 

Explain what I wanted with the 

Last two ideas that I’ve laid out here,

But I’ve been thinking,

And I can’t.

*

I really just can’t.

Suffice to say only that

This statement means that every

Inch of your body is under forty

Pounds atmospheric

Weight / Pressure.

*

In this context, I

Imagine that all pressure

Is kind of like weight. This is just

How I feel is best to explain what goes

On holding air, or 

Just waiting.

: 21 Jul 2009 01:14 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

junk de luxe

I found some old things in a notebook -

moving a house -

a poem about towing a

whole mansion from one place

          to another

ripped up basement in

          sunlight

will extension snap off

when it rides over a curb?

like oil rigs - possession spills

          into road

          dogs caught in slick

you can’t tell what is a dog

and what isn’t

: 19 Jul 2009 16:23 |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

This & That

This = That

I talk about bombs

When I talk about bombs

My bombs become real

They beg falling

Blackbirds, smashed into 

The mirror of a skyscraper

For the tune of broken 

Knees on the warped

High rise horizon . . .

I ache over lips

When I ache over lips

My lips become the ache -

Oak aged in barrels

Underground cellars full

Of collars and two pence

Pieces, uselessly shattered

Versions of an idea

Stuffed into novelty jars, 

Staring down glassy

Heaps of hills with no

Mile high vertigo . . .

There is no mile high vertigo.

There is no mile high vertigo.

There is no mile high vertigo.

: 18 Jul 2009 16:17 |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem