Widdendream
He chewed the word
like week old gum
chamming
its mountainous peaks and troughs
a wiped clean credit card
poked a plastic shark fin
from the crocodile bubbled wallet
gaping in his palm
he was just confused
but he needed
a long word
to picture the beach
one that drew out the blade
from his dead friend
spilling red
through the pebbles
one to navigate th...
Monday 30th January 2012 11:00 pm
Foundations
Built a cliché house
on overheard sand
opened windows wide
life blew whistles in
took my breath
for granted
sent a shiver down my
jelly walls
percussive cutlery
spooned forked carved
thin air
home sweet
collapsed
l...
Tuesday 30th August 2011 10:45 pm
All night gas station
On CCTV all night
I’m a moving freeze-frame
from a 1980’s rom-com
somewhere in those pixels
someone who hasn’t seen
marriage running on empty
give me the remote
I’ll dig you out
these nights I don’t stop thinking
everything else
Pump 4
fills
gum pack at the night hatch
a red taxi
woman driver
she stares video
me and her
grabbed...
Friday 26th August 2011 9:28 pm
The Glitterball Eunuchs
Window shopping Aphrodite
Leblon’s premier rubber-wear
sandwich and photocopy shop
entranced by Croque Monsieur
done three ways
I could never have known
a Rio slum kid
sticky hare-lip half cured
grubbed a not wet not dry card
into my palm
‘TICKET TO MUSE’
fairylight cobwebbed walls
real linoleum floor
showcases, greets
male/female/other ...
Wednesday 29th June 2011 10:16 pm
Flossing with Carlos the Jackal
The Interpol dentist
Lima,
three o’clock Wednesday,
walls galleried
with enamel amphitheatre x-rays -
detached mouths keeping incognito.
Toilet Duck
bouquet,
cerise mouthwash,
a rippled plastic cup,
and a half full
spittoon.
Next doors drill pitch hits
a thin Marathon Man crescendo,
pushes higher, needle point high –
...
Saturday 20th November 2010 9:22 pm
It started in the jungle
I didn’t catch his face,
just the machete slash glint
inches away,
pendulum cuts spurting sap, polka dotting,
my mattress,
cold sweat thawing through bolt upright
nape hairs,
shards of bamboo splinter in my hair,
eyes streaming,
as fathomless whoops, wails and buzzes recede behind
feather memories, flapping through the bars in my head.
Fin...
Saturday 6th November 2010 5:25 pm
Dance
After Doris Salcedo ‘Untitled’
In the piece 'Atrabiliarios', meaning defiant, old shoes, in pairs and singles, are encased in a row of wall alcoves, behind sheets of translucent animal skin which are crudely stitched to the wall. Below on the floor are small boxes, like living caskets, made from the same animal membrane. The shoes which bear the marks of wear, all belonged to women who wer...
Saturday 23rd October 2010 7:51 pm
The shortest route to you (was via Cusco)
Thirty six bus bound hours
through the Andes
felt like a mere day and a half
pressed next to you
my hands
fighting fidgets
restrained on the arm rest
or policing my lap
when all I wanted was to stretch out
and touch you
to cure my cramp
then fall in love
the shout
of a word weaving finger
changed
everything
my lens flicked
floorwards
an instant blur t...
Friday 22nd October 2010 10:22 pm
Water resistant to a depth of 1000 tears
Insane
clinical fact
not word
you and the white coated girl said
on my birthday
when you gave me the watch
that marked my madhouse minutes
surgical silver surrounded
a nervous wrist tick
covering cuts, not wounds
my mental giblets bulging
at each twenty five hour
tock throb of a locked ward day
punctuated only by the medicine cart
an...
Friday 22nd October 2010 6:40 pm
The wisdom to know indifference
‘We’re in this
apart’
chortled the bloated sweater
in his buttonless cardy,
spurting twenty sober years
into my twenty dry minutes
A moistening newbie,
taking one small step for
unkind
manipulative addicts
one giant leap
to a slipper print
in the quick drying cement
of the AA’s garden path,
just eleven more to the
promised land
...Monday 18th October 2010 7:10 pm
My Nan sleeps with Brian Jones
‘Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep
He hath awakened from the dream of life’
Jagger tugs weeds, rakes a bed
of graveyard shale,
drags a copper wire brush
through moss lumps
gathered by the guest book
and its dew dribbled plastic bag -
there to keep the water out.
He pulls cart-wheeling cellophane
from his shin,
paints a black shadow across the ultimate ...
Friday 1st October 2010 9:45 pm
El Dorado
Someone said Denmark,
in a royal palace,
I found it at Patel's Food & Booze,
Swindon,
four grails
of sunshine
next to the gram flour, below the lime pickle,
the trove tip
that melted me down
each pull pushing
me further away
from
Swindon
Denmark
Patel's Food & Booze
Just to be sure
I hacked my way deep into the Peruvian jungle
and didn't find it there.
Tuesday 28th September 2010 6:56 pm
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