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

your father had hungbetween the silver birchesstooping copsed guardians imitating a graceful deference yet the sky turned with meand spilled me thereembarrassed a little shaky still able to do a push up while the family cat smirkedand a smiley dog licked the bloodfrom my forehead later when no one looked you first kissed the gravel … Continue reading I span in a hammock

I’m the oldest therewith a special placeby the firenear the instructor don’t know how I arrivedsandwiched between warrior’s poseand that noise in my pelvisjust a click keeping timewith racing decadesin the big D leg roustabout reverse direction six more timesbefore falling asleepin the twenty minutemeditation Stay Awake the teacher breaks througheach set of bellsafterwards rememberingnot … Continue reading Guru

Lilting with query   the native thrush   a fourth note risingLeaves the verse hanging   sometimes a whip bird lashes in   its sudden confident crackWaits for the derailleur to engage   undaunted they interweave   then pause for my whistle backSide look in a perturb slight   they know they have the numbers   and mimicry needs the energyOf a committed … Continue reading Getting the band back together

There is a barber shop in Richmond,ten-dollar hair cut inclusive of a stubby.Lift your elbow carefully, if it’s a shortback and sides. The cheap pharmacyis over the road, a few doors down.The Viking in the tattoo shop hasan anchor through a heart on his shaved head.Don’t get, Andy can tell you all about it,the mushrooms … Continue reading And so it goes, reprise

from sequestered skiesour gifts of incendiary desirepresent themselves your splayed oncenessin obeisanceprayers to gardens growing back a scorched inheritanceblood and bone imperialismold photos in agent’s flame Sunday roastwe fly unidentifiedin case your cremated hands invite us in to singthe old anthems From Walking Through Fences ASM & Cerberus 2018 Black Painting Robert Rauschenbrg Foundation

I have swallowedyour barbed wireno longer containedby an image of where I belongthese lungs all rustnow breatheon the other sideof anyone’s thinkingbones yodel a symphonyI hang like the foxeveryone’s verminsomeone’s child From Walking Through Fences ASM & Cerberus 2018