Monday, 27 June 2011

Under An Act

I think of your legs
Your palms and knees

That school grey skirt
To reveal

The devil that makes me
Put hot glass
On my wrist

And keeps days
Of cancer animals
Smashed mirrors
And bin fires
All under an act

So you don’t know
The flames are you

Thursday, 23 June 2011

Starts Again

From memory last week,
Afternoon after Four

Some vague notion,
Worked around my skull.

Revolving, you dancing on
Spikes as if it came to me last

Year,a picture.

You stopped reading
And all bones and eyes,
Left that room,
But I
Put myself there.

Not knowing one year later
The voice I heard stop
Would start again.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011


Papa was the first to order
Death in the afternoon

In tribute
In imitation

I pop the champagne cork

Pour and add
3cl of Pastis

You can try this

Pull out
Your notebook


The sheer boredom
Of being a Russian whore

Or an L.A gym instructor



In the afternoon.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Le Film

Getting to the centre
One for'------'

Kids with soda’s the size
Of their heads (or bigger),
Bags of cow marrow
And mass produced chocolate.

I, too, used to enjoy
The movies
With my mother,
My classmates,

But now,
I see on average,
One a week,

And I smoke outside,

While the pairs and groups,
Pick prime seats.

I don’t eat
While watching,
Or talk,
Or check the time.

My phone gets switched off,

The screen's a place
To hide from outside.

Sunday, 12 June 2011


Pushed up behind the bar,
Dishwasher dismantled,
Square of flesh:
A spine in a frame.

Down in the cellar,
One on a beer glass and
Another on a nip.

We suck tongues
And you want to go up

Out of here
For shots and sleep

Almost in my village
Almost under cover

Je vis seule
And when it rises


Thursday, 9 June 2011

Life in Mots

Working out these flaws,
That’s all,
Trying to pass muster,
Perform a life as it hasn’t been

In one pot,
Adding weed stalks to evening tea,
Working mots,
At an age much towards

Family table called,
All gathered,

And you at the head,
The sperm giver.

A father at last,
Bedded with a foreign wife,
Cellar of local wine,
Multilingual kids (beaten on occasion)
A respectable career,

In the arts
or culinary scene?

Monday, 6 June 2011

Advert For

Cattle mother
Beer animal
Steak women
Booze meat
Whore wine

Lady jar
Food intercourse
Aperitif repas sex
Femme glass
Plate model

Full dizzy satisfied
Scrape to dinner
Dead picole pussy
Born to death liver
Pickled Tits shit

Cum pass away
Baby hangover
Indigestion moan
Get fat /forget/ get fucked

Break up slaughter.


a squeeze between the legs
should i keep
saying it

i who got born
in a barn
(get it)

choked in the negative
slumped in the sink

a repose
a pause

this is a certain response