at the table in our favourite placethe waiter I asked not to give me another drinkno matter what I say or dolaughs, and I wonder if you feel it in your bonesway beyond the final shiverwhen all the moments mass to diveinto this abiding everlasting electricityhow the something we feel passbristles, holding on long enoughto … Continue reading Wake

Easing on to my back footSaturday early early Summer, elevenisha sound of cork like poppingthe axe fall of linseeded willowthroughout the mowing suburbs My spine straight as a lithe picketPlane trees shady stalled on shuttera mottled reminisce of Cazneauxour border/kelpie Sophietrotting back the drooly ball Her jet coat a reelin stoppled light from Van Gogh’s … Continue reading I play the perfect cover drive

it might be ice broken glass risesfrom the cambersharp as a walled camp aquaplanings locked treadsin counter curvelose their algorithm a condolence of wattlethe forensic lumen blackwhere primary colours meet something darker rises in me leave things belet the blackberries renouncethe cock’s thrice summons on one arm, motherthe other triptych, fuckerhead forward in a gymnast’s … Continue reading atonement in a carmine morning

Don’t be offendedif as an old love song you’re the needle in my armthe messy heart and anchor tattoo that won’t be scratched outof these polished corridors locked down night and dayawaiting the scuff of attendants as they whistle away‘feel, I’m going back to Massachusetts’ you’re the straightjacketI can’t shake loose of borrowed shoes for … Continue reading Bequeathable Sanitoria