Scrawl and twist along the apple skin And gouge out her pretty core. The winter flesh is too hard for bites so pulp her; beat her more. Use familiar cosy spices, as though there is some kind of recompense and smash her into scented standard gel, tuck her in a pastry bed pretense. Destroy her [...]
I I lick the road and hope the dust is somehow pixified. II Looking into the water I see no plug and many diamonds blocking the pipes. III Breath brittle-ices my lungs and throat and I find I shatter easily.
Fat and creamy, plump-bellied fruit; stern heart and yielding skin in summer light. Sunlight has run and pooled in the basin of this flower and the nectar sets. I split your barriers and peel back the soft, dry and smooth hide and the juice runs hot and sweet. I cannot have you without complete abandon: [...]
Glossy and enigmatic friend, What gifts you bring to me. Crushed beetles, moths and butterflies, A macabre kind of charity. Glittering shells ground to powder, Crumbs that were glowing wings, That thick, sharp picking beak of yours, Makes a paste of beautiful things. I protest and will not swallow, This desecrated coloured treat, At my [...]
The first blackbird landed After a while on very little sleep. He wasn’t big to look at, But he had a big, sharp beak. The second blackbird landed, After I’d been so badly sick, His caw made the windows rattle, It was deep, stern and thick. The third blackbird landed, After I got divorced, His [...]
The dog shit and magnolia sweat the backyard ripe and rank and the neighbours fight on the other side of the fence. We can hear someone’s kids playing in the lucky bastards’ pool the sound of splashing and squealing and the promise of chlorine eyes. Late spring is too smothering cruel out of overgrown, overblown [...]
Thirsty, I gulp sleep, but in my haste overfeed and choke; I cough and spray, staining sheet and coverlet with wasted sleep. Unquenched and breathing hard, I sip sleep gently; willing it to smooth over dry-rasped throat and smarting eyes. There is so little left after all I have spilled, such cure is short. Parched [...]
