cancer movies
i am not in denial of cancer movies if they are dressed in comedy even in drama but they are not easy to watch because i’ve lived in the truth but then i remember humour finds you even in the shadows if…
Category: Poetry
what do you evoke?
what do you evoke? is it what you wrote or how you spoke? you are trying to get conscious not self-conscious feeling jesus feeling pontius moving towards an eye dear to sink into the grey meat to drive nails into the feet…
stopped and started so soon
you hit some kind of impasse and there’s temptation to be crass instead get off your ass and recognise the glass as neither half empty or half full but a mirror, temporarily dull you get up and bring a renewed vigour the…
to knock them open
i slip my tongue into your mouth to taste your words a language that is needed to lift your heart and the music carries all of us high over the land to crash on opposite shores running between closing doors to knock…
half a smile ago
half a smile ago i was this kind of person half a mile ago we saw the situation worsen a bathroom tile ago we were showering off the dirt of the day into the trough do you know where you are? if…
too busy doing other shit
you turn around and realise you missed half the year by being busy elsewhere the world moves on and poems get written but what box do you put them in? what is art worth? what is poetry? where is your head at?…
anticipated end
in anticipation of the end we hang depend watch the day distend we have been organising books avoiding cat-claw hooks treading across the carpet naked from the shower all the towels in the laundry trying not to leave wet patches we are…
not miles away
sucking on a popsicle acting like i’m kane in kung fu walking the ghost town where sitting down earns you stares fuck the never theres fuck the half awares i’m not depending on traffic lights i’m not waiting on hard shoulders i’m…
are fur note
half a note yesterday passed to a teacher who appeared in a zen moment that said you are ready i’m running a kerouac road with the engine howling like ginsberg where it terminates an orchid blooming in liquid nitrogen fog turning after…
a music, a painting
how free do you feel about saying fuck off? leaning into the wind of the stare of another? brother motherfucker tell some shithead he’s a stupid sucker i’m a music i’m a painting this is an “is” thing it ain’t an “ain’t”…