consternation not constellation
insanity lulls you to sleep your failing eyes are willing blind every day a choice to rewind through moments where the colour was blue this is some kind of clue to who you are in the tracks of a mental scar you…
Keep It Regular
insanity lulls you to sleep your failing eyes are willing blind every day a choice to rewind through moments where the colour was blue this is some kind of clue to who you are in the tracks of a mental scar you…
separate to white and yolk sometimes you invite a joke are you a flexible kind of bloke? samsara wheel of weal, i spoke on my path from acorn to oak i often wondered why i broke saw an anthill, had to poke…
juxtapose de kooning, close the abstract and the push to photographic something static holding movement in its magic something tragic changes it and moves the poles closer
if i ever stop learning the books will stop burning like the love i am returning to the world, which gave it to me construct a moon and slave it to me this is why i am a writer or not this…
there’s a promise there’s a future we talk about and we plan for it life changing life arranging life creating
the understanding of the self putting the outside on the shelf your spirit is not pelf the machineries of enlightenment self does not frighten me the mirror of poetry will brighten me i need to understand none of this is planned in…
i want to crawl in- side tom paulin and speak with his voice and poke at germaine greer while tony parson laughs it’s a choice slow dissection painstaking correction and careful inflection i am dreaming of the late how
nights can be three cats deep beautiful pockets of warmth asleep all that energy locked momentum engine running nights can be easy and uncomplicated and all about beauty outside 9 to 5 and way more alive sure between shores treading water above…
never right sugar cube poetry that disintegrates in coffee it should be wired like whiskey even if it doesn’t have bourbon teeth so it can bite you through the cup the plug in your head the febrile heat of an internal sun…
hello funk, here you are hello punk, i feel your scar hello jazz, you set the bar george clinton makes a connection bob marley in the selection bill frissel in a direction inner direction i can learn a science in a perfect…