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

( leaning into wind, uncounting days  my waiting duties  Komachi and Shikibu, tea brews) I wear my pyjamas inside outin the best literary traditionbut awake without promised dreams you were a spring mad wild horsea true rain so blacklike a charcoal drawing on mist ten thousand candles I keep alightheartbeats within the windsee them flicker … Continue reading Dogen Gate Inn

Delay the departing traindown at the rail head,the heart has four chambersbut only one fully ticketed love.Then spin the cylinder with gentlenessplace the antique funnel of it with care,you want this geyser single life to blowa detonation and aftershock of lyrical candela.Run run over the soaked platformslide slip and screech to a rattling tin sky,turn … Continue reading Crazy, Crazy Love on the Senior’s Card/ Sideways Steam Train

One morning he discovered time. Hairs had started to grow through ‘The Sound and the Fury’ on his shoulder. He had reached that point where available space had expired. His business shirt was buttoned at the collar and the wrists. He always wore socks and trousers. Only he and the tattooists, Charlie and Veronica, knew … Continue reading Collected Works

Getting the breeze off the guttermy grandmother called it,we made armadas of sticks and balloonsto sail down the cramped street when it rained. Her black and white turncoat mate would singas he broke our fleet on the tripping up path,returning to his sentinel letter box of discarded brickhe carolled to embrace the milko’s two pints … Continue reading Dover Street, Cremorne 1959

Cater is sixth generation.  The first messages took six months. It is now two hours. They are close. All droning work finished; the machinery locked away in the preservation bay. The maintenance schedule has its own pace, a litany of processes now closer to manual control. The most interesting event is the daily air reading, … Continue reading Short History of a universe in fold theory

wind whispers hurtentreating new cold earth,you should have stayeda secret azure from afar the alloy of eyes flickerover this shrouded continent,soot to the arteriesof coal mired government smoke, is written under skin there is no birdsongbut for this dry retch of trees,still these ten hours of rainunchained as rust now quietly clear murmurs of fonts … Continue reading Nobody reads poetry anymore, Unanswered Prayers