My poetry

L ‘ A M O U R

into certain
kind of trouble
reeked a sleekly
mindless
marble statue
of a famous lady
dearly loved
except
for mondays
when I never
slapt her fatly
rather nicely
on her pastry
over spiced
yet very tasty
tongued her icing
hanging stiffly
from her nipples
nose
and queasy
olive oil
has made her
greasy
we have need
it isn’t easy
to ignore
a certain sleazy
called . . .

l ‘ a m o u r


M O Z A R T ‘ S   S A N D A L

in through the window
the fly dodges and weaves
like a boxer
angular
this way
that
sudden
sharp

mozart’s pianos tumble over each other
they’re onto it
they’ve got the scent

a warm strip of sunlight
slides across my outstretched foot

mozart’s sandal


Y O U   A R E

you are a jellybean in the oesophagus of a pitbull
you’re a wide open space in the aftermath of an afterthought
you’re fungus in the middle of a broken promise
you’re a monotone in the mindset of commonality
you’re a cough-a-lot in the auditorium of desire
you’re a grunge factor in the unveiling of a surprise
you’re a ticking bomb in the turbulence of tempestuousness
you are syrup in the slidings of a glide
you are a ferris wheel on the cheekbone of a troubadour
you’re a muckraker in the pleating of a slap
you’re a timekeeper in the ovulation of a yawn
you’re a pesticide in the pillow of a whisper
you’re a hammer on the knuckles of a shriek
you’re a hand-me-down in the closet of a Philistine
you’re a caress in the cinema of a kiss
you’re a Conquistador in the butt of a kick
you’re a hobnail in the sinew of a sneer
you’re a pogo-stick in the pummelling of a Pokémon
you’re a diva in the musicianship of dirt
you’re a microphone in the gallery of too-much
you’re a spelling mistake in the speech of a liar
you’re an exception in the backwash of an apology
you’re a wobble in the mandible of a criticism
you’re a come-closer in the conspiracy of a back-me-up
you’re an impending in the oh-yes yes-no of a doom
you’re an impatience in the pendulum of wait-and-see
you’re a regret in the cabinet of consumption
you’re a pick-me-up in the shudder of a can’t-get-enough
you’re a pop-up in the casebook of disbelief
you’re a cartwheel on the catwalk of runner-ups
you’re pepper spray in the paperwork of just-another-day
you’re a lump in the mammary of a gulp
you’re a courtesan in the sidelong of a glance
you’re a bubble in the majesty of a broth
you’re a little fish in the angling of position
you’re a carcass in the pages of a closed book
you’re an I’ve-got-nothing-to-say-to-you in the how-dare-you of denial
you’re a beauty spot on the face of a hypocrite
you’re a laxative in the bowels of a minion
you’re a must-have in the mishmash of the bizarre


H A L L U C I N A T I O N

the cells in his body became
tiny flowers that opened with
the daylight

he had wings on his back a snake
for a spine climbing upward and
a panther low prowling for
hips and legs

his eyelashes were feathers
his lids were feathers

he sat
wrapt within
on the palm of a giant hand

he saw time as the world passing
through the needle of his being

a hollow stillness
through which everything else moved

then he’s driving

a woman
stranded by the side of the road
putting a fire out under the open bonnet
of her car

a bird flew under his own car

is he driving?

the woman told him her name
but he has forgotten it

no he hasn’t
it’s Hebe
she has a black dog whose teeth
are in his neck

her velvet dress becomes sticky
and turns into grapes growing
in the dark corners
of a corridor

she invites him to sleep
in her body
he lowers himself
onto her

there is a door
someone is knocking
he gets up and opens it

a carrot-haired sunboy with mad eyes
and wispish beard
strikes him hard in his chest
with the palm of his hand

he is in a crack between 2 worlds

swimming towards an island

with a dolphin-shark
and a parrot-eagle
as companions


S C E N E 

car torque
speech of energy
larynxed by the pedal

motor bike
terrier on tarmac
whining at the heels of cars
without affect

train
on metal slat-bridge
riding marbles
under a wave of hills

old lady
with curved determination
cycling and
wind-hunched

crows
loud
overhead
shitting commentary


B L U E   H A I R   D A D

god say see son
I have blue hair

son say gee dad
look out the window there
I like your blue hair
but look out the window

god say son
do you really like my hair?
people might stare?

son say no dad
people won’t stare
they’ll like your hair
but look out the window
there’s a car

there’s a car falling through the air
past our skyscrape window there

god say
are you sure they won’t stare?
I can’t put on a confident air
if they laugh at my blue hair

son (to dad)
they won’t stare
they’ll love your hair
but I’m running down the stair
I’m worried about that car
falling past our window

son run down stair
son run full of care
son run full speed
son race his legs
to beat the car

fast blur legs

fast blur son

will fast blur son
with racing legs
going round and round
down all those stair
beat falling car?

will racing son beat
falling car
to rising ground?

YES
just in time

out burst he fly
through skyscrape door
and what he saw
was touch down car
soft landing slow

so spring he go along beside
how glad he feel
car slowing down
and soon will stop
inside are safe
two old people
a loving cup
so smiling son reach
for car door
but looking twice
he see their face
has look of fear
in both their eye
still front they stare
so fast blur son
look forward

and

the bonnet in
slow time
has hit
another car full stopped

and is crumbling in
slow metal time
that twisting

like slow rushing tide
will squash the cup
in pulpy mess

so fast blur son
avert his eye
and turns away
from crumbling car

averts his eye
so not to see
old loving cup
with silver hair

averts his eye
he does not wish

to see them die

and slow walk son
like blue hair dad
avert their eye
deep couched
in skyscrape home

in glassy sky


B L I N K I N G   B L I N K I N G

blinking blinking I walk in and out of this neon flickering life that

I stumble stride around in

cataracted from a proper awareness of its strangeness and comfortable in its possession

yet distanced by a nightmare of a child’s head on a

pillow that keeps falling into an abyss

and by a presence that keeps stepping behind my field of

vision every time I try and turn around to look at it


T W O

water
I’m swimming in your eyes
I dive like a fish
I’m inside you

heat
you are bloodfire

sweat

steam
you draw a heart on the door
the steam comes down from the roof

you disappear

song
through the mist
from your lips

draws me
too


I A L I O N

I write the paper on the words
and paint the grin around the smile
I put the picture on the wall
on the flat part

I put my finger in my nail
and the stamp inside my mail
that never gets to reaches you
(to reaches you)

I put my finger on the place
to bang the nail against the sound
(for your picture on the wall etcetera)

I put the lion inside the roar (grrr)
I put the sleep inside the snore
I put the motor inside the wrrr

I put the back inside the streets
(the back streets)
where I find plums

I put the ness in a caress
to make it tenderness
I a lion? (prrrr)


A V E N U E   O F   H E A R T S

what love is this that treads
the avenue
with untimely stepping
picking up
and putting down its
dainty little hobnailed
feet
on hoping hearts
pulled open and
waiting
for the crushing boot
of delicately-dancing
drunken
laughing love . . . ?

what love is this that
twists and curves
its cunning little
artful form
and stomps
so sweetly and
with such force
on ecstatic hearts
wrenched open and
appealing
almost screaming
to be downtrodden
by this flimsy-funsy
denizen
of despairing joy . . . ?

what love is this that
triumphantly
bestrides the
open ocean
of aching hearts
in contorted backs
arched
to the sky
while cries
uncounted
thunder upwards
again again the boot again‘ . . . ?

snapped
by honey’d heels
well-bludgeoned blow
these heightened hearts
spiral
shattered
into blissless depths

what love is this . . . ?

it is a love
for love itself

so sweet


A M B I T I O N

I sit under the hell hill of ambition
I sit under the tide of ambition
I sit under the mountain of ambition
I sit under the canopy
precipice
tyranny of ambition
I sit under the surveillance
ministrations
weight
impatience
inescapability of ambition
I sit under the mutterings and splutterings
boulder
shoulder
shadow
burden
brow
turbulence
push and shove of ambition
I sit under the oppression of ambition
I sit under the penetration
pounding
dome
floor
sermonising
insanity
vicissitudes
veranda
judgement
criticisms of ambition
I sit under the superiority
umbrella
cloud
thunder
brimstone
fear
monkey business
machinery
doom
foreboding
destruction
collapse
wake
monstrosity of ambition
I sit under the torment
cement
concrete
crush
downfall
thumb
whiplash
nadir
pestilence
domination
tsunami
earthquake
volcano
eruption
lava of ambition
I sit under the wrecking ball
manipulation
helmet
annihilation
stench
vomit
excrement
blast
vacuum
drill-bit
sheeting
building
hippopotamus
dirt
anus
furnace
rubbish heap
hammer and anvil
roar
megalomania
squash
foot and fist
headlock
pig-flesh of ambition

I sit under
I sit under

I stand up

I sit under the rubber-stamp
protuberance
brick
mortar
bitter-taste
spittle
barrel
barrage
armament
armpit
potbelly
squeeze
wheel
monolith
parachute
casement
casket
barrow
blow
indentation
crucifix
pendulum
piss flaps
foghorn
jackhammer
fortress
scimitar
cenotaph
mausoleum of ambition
I sit under the gavel
gravel
grovel
hovel
howl
bedrock
burden
dinosaur
trumpet
sunset
tarpaulin
canopy
codpiece
stairwell
homunculus
hypothalamus
gaze
gauze
signpost
dereliction
conscription
bulldozer
pandemonium
club
pummelling
drumming
prodding
poking
pestering
blunder of ambition

I sit under
I stand up
sit
stand

sit


the
shadow
skirts
the
light


B-B-B-B-BOOM

a stallion
medallion
comes hurriedly by
for wedding
a warning
where mirth
eats a sky

come riding
my sweetheart
a heartbeat
for two
one man of one million
and midnight
and you’ll

be taken by sinews
of retchifous gore
and thrown
through caverns
of mildewous yore

alas! alack!
I’ve broken my back

b-b-b-b-boom

make room for
my tomb


V U L C A N   M I N D – W I P E

the Vulcan mind-wipe
what a beneficent gift
Spock of Starship Enterprise
has bestowed on me
in my hour
of mental health need

anxiety
with its fingery claws
digging into my skull
is instantly banished
by one sweep
of this bellissimo
mindscreen wiper

to anxious
I say no thanxious

to stress
goodbye no less

because now
I am blessed

by a tool
that is the best
at relieving
my brow compressed
by thoughts
distressed

and so festive
I can rest

and can face
any test
that will rattle
my faculties
or battle
my inadequacies

no longer
by anguish
conflicted
or afflicted

empty mind
I self inflict

thankful for
this Vulcan trick


M E D I T A T I O N

I close my eyes
to see

I close my eyes
to understand

I close my eyes
to survey

I close my eyes
to drift
in suspended
imagination

I close my eyes
to be awake

I close my eyes
to see truth

I close my eyes
to feel light

I close my eyes
to be exposed

I close my eyes
to be caressed
by breath

I close my eyes
to scan
this life

I close my eyes
to steady the rudder
of direction

I close my eyes
to float my face

I close my eyes
for a better ride
in this whirl
of chaos

I close my eyes
to sleep awake

I close my eyes
to bloat and bury myself
in escape

I close my eyes
to be more comfortably
me


N O T – O C E A N    W I N D

wind outside
sounds like ocean

things can be
what they’re not

not-ocean wind
inspired
the first
performer

and the first

applause


C I N D E R – G L O W

I woke in the middle of the night and looked out the window
the city was burning
a God’s footprint had set it on fire
I went back to sleep
the buildings I saw burning were not on fire
it was the street lights blazing through the night
a net of fairy lights emblazoning a city
with cinder-glow
and an incandescent complexion

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