Monday, 1 February 2010


Slit wire as a locking mechanism.

Her accounting gaze de-buttoned
beads { aroma }. press the perspiration
& brandy double of modernity, of the artisan
gazed, the dark cavernous flap,
lovers submit – prosperity. Above soil.

shirt-lined camerawork, of his–

introduction. post–

a clasp of futurism, debunking: finite
only by an illustration. recovery
in the textures of foreheads,
card sparing.
taking her lead

Saturday, 24 October 2009

handwritten stage directions

<12.25> I map my degradation
blank << counting in 70s | inequal slice
& stability deals with the | or de_____ state
| where videos on land |
present feedstock , present loading-bay
the tick of antique compression | biting point
visual | verses progress enhancement
| she catches |
consistent with our androgynous application
| materials : the new , the experienced
the relation of ||| no news.

ankles cluck | unbound
testing of the electronic
postal – purpose – proposes to examine
during time | at | beneath
Stockholm Harbour
available to help / dress down me
in wood & stem hot knives.

Sunday, 13 September 2009


9th coat / seasonally misplaced / junction of please / vast cement multiples /
orientated westbound towards earls court / exhibition of level platform /
ducklings spread / she, artesian painter / folk violinist / scissors
her orchestration / status? seen since river : videography,
low qual. audio & photographic / monoliths half-researched
& squeeking shallow monuments / in Slovak, logan nationalised
accordance with three successive digits / I break her / recognition /
gregorian essence plundered / deemed movable
extract powerscape / etch / we may reforest but rings are regenerate /
prolepsis / hallow / lunar etymology / confuse / intercalaris / her proficiency
must have laid eggs / hatch / i scribble letters to longcomers,
flames & re-settled dear persons from deficit evenings list; ix names /
ix letters / though two months before / error contemplating
her textual exercises & if... / luminated / tree / traffic state /
lips / sunset / boating / rosé / laugh / exhale / arm, or other /
to touch her neurology /

least reality dealt something / turbulent, / least / name /
if such / inclination / if / if / if / state.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

Joy of Surrender

A moment of madness
if allowed to grow freely
can generate our understanding.

But twisting the hands of the plague
it deteriorates into a mass of unwillingness,
‘non-understanding’ – ‘non-sense’
A rebellious mood more eager to destroy
than to obey

Bending the ear of the menace
it screams
and attacks. The central nerve explodes
like some
volatile volcano

Its riches are sweet, I know
And we would like to keep them all to ourselves

But don’t you feel sick my honey?

Friday, 28 August 2009

tricks with mirrors

full lips invite a kiss
softly, softly
surface | moment
spellbound | transfixed

hush - hush
lost to silence
(lost to the gaze of distant faces)

we see ourselves reflected backwards
not arriving,
but rebounding - an echo,
a ripple.

we rise and fall.
lost to silence.
chaos preserved in silvered glass.

hush - hush
(softly, softly)

illusion | shattered

rapture | unleashed


set your roots


into the earth

a thousand lifetimes you have seen

I am a moment

fingers touch skin



this moment stripped bare

you could crush me like a flower

ephemeral beauty

bound by flesh

Friday, 17 July 2009

pretence : gameplay : subliminal

celebratory carotene phenomena
tends operatic requiem: inside: prep
eight years ago : veritable diamond
(must go , supermarket , need jams)

something spectral , dematerialised
principle of pragmatic inconvenient
mad on mon (first glance basement)
critique for the seamstress, & aware

of scratched inclusion windswept quietude

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

love lost | love found

What I dream I had:

Pressed in organdy;

Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;

Softer than the rain.

I wandered empty streets

Down past the shop displays.

I heard cathedral bells

Tripping down the alley ways,

As I walked on.

And when you ran to me

Your cheeks flushed with the night.

We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,

I held your hand.

And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,

I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.

Oh I love you, girl.

Oh, I love you.

Sunday, 5 July 2009

Is this now liberty?

To be free of prescribed authenticity?

or “slumming it” with Wittgenstein,

a gift delivered impassively. A perception of feeling

simultaneously rising to an unseen signal

otherwise flawed, no further revision

Acceptance endured with detached concern.

Not so much lost as deliberately discarded

your language uttered an urgency