Saturday, 30 December 2017

giraffes barely dressed

the giraffes
barely dressed
- hoarfrost


study desk
a reflection of
a cloud


day moon
a heron standing on a
frozen pond


covered in snow the snowberry


Wednesday, 27 December 2017

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stars are such


underside of a gull day moon


autumn sky
a sheepdog’s
blue eyes


light reflecting
on a friend’s a gift -
long night

Tuesday, 19 December 2017

uncovering turnip bowls and southampton

The pressed wallflowers woo the stepdaughter w/ dried snapdragons. Her backbone is Southampton - a rare birth defect. The wallflowers look for a serum in the old town’s snapdragons. 

amongst the 
fallen leaves 
a robin’s ticking call

They walk from Bargate down the old medieval routes trying to avoid poisoners. The old town path is full of bulges, 90 by some accounts, and many anemone moons, 30 by some accounts. Aware of the Georgian finger breakers and the hothouses the wallflowers mask their wingspan.  

a drunk props up
the old town walls 
winter breeze

Of all the viewpoints of a watermelon the church warden still sharpens his arrow. The traffic goes the way of seafood. Edward the 3rd sowed these wallflowers in spite of the French. Southampton wants to become a country maiden. Some doctors believe that yeast accelerates the disease. 

Monday, 18 December 2017

accidently like a placenta

If you hate yourself it is a natural conclusion to hate everyone else. That was the title of the conference we attended. I lie and tell my friends I am going for the free wine. Hatred expands with my headache and cooly rests in a sleeve. Other times resting with its girlfriend.

winter cherry blossom
as winter cherry blossom
the hole my dentist leaves

I spend the morning listening to Kendrick & studying algebra. The mosaic all the while just winks at me. Mild day outside - the crabs are out looking for cheap food options. The squadrons declare war on Holmlea park all the while taking photographs for their sweethearts. 

Sunday, 17 December 2017

the north pole waddles down from the arctic

A matador shows his collie the airship. Unimpressed, as all dogs are by flying ships, it tries to bite its lead instead. ‘If only collies knew the joys of sitting above the earth....’ he ponders to himself out loud. He returns to tying up the frost. The currents from the airship and the disinterested dog, making his task near on impossible. 

a mole hill
crowned w/ snow
winter moon

Gnats sleep tightly, their pillows propped up w/ books on the tactics of the ’85 Chicago bears, dreaming of Albion. ‘It is looking for ceilidh and tennis.’ Warns a weather man.

Saturday, 16 December 2017

becoming a frontiersman

licking bureaucracy
the bible dyed red


divided by a line of bare trees
the muslim & jewish cemeteries


darkening duplex -
the holiday gift becomes
a frontiersman


winter sky a parsnip tastes of it


      Nicolaes Maes. A Woman Scraping Parsnips, with a Child Standing by Her. 1655

Thursday, 14 December 2017

soybean & the long haul

Nocturnal anniversary - we use scoopfuls of three-wheelers to communicate. Several years ago the signal men were all sent to the penitentiary. Through his binoculars, pausing to take a sip, he could see the mall order oxidising. WIth each call white flashed from the owl’s throat. A visual culprit the reservoir eventually finds itself. Flashguns brought the bell of modernity to the agricultural community but they already had a good mating streak. At night he cleans his mop.

waxing moon
the covers come free
from the bed

William Turnbull. Head Blue/Yellow. 1956

Monday, 11 December 2017

figuring out figuring out

cutting my son’s fingernails waning moon


figuring out figuring out my son’s half-full mouth


the sound of
bicycle brakes
her bright pink jacket


cuckolded rainforest - finding the bylaws of a bathroom


Eduardo Nery. Cor-Luz. 2008

Sunday, 10 December 2017

christmas lights

christmas lights
a row of
winter roses


chopping gold beets
a memory of
summer sun


cold night
a streetlight reflects
on a for sale sign


stephen’s day
the homeless man
waits for new year


        Angelo de Sousa . Um Ocre . 2006

Saturday, 9 December 2017

a laburnum after the blossom

spring rain
looking through
last month’s photos


black-headed gulls come into
summer plumage


my son’s tears
a laburnum after
the blossom


windfall apples
a mother walks
her child to school

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

syrup bees

winter shower a teapot clinks off of a vase


when the moon is just right a bee will, sometimes, climbs inside of a dead lion and make syrup


having never cleaned a veg peeler i clean the veg peeler


long night the sighing of a bus


Sunday, 3 December 2017

custard ratio

custard ratio...
a bank opens next to
grandma’s shit


donkey rhythm
the hooting of pacifiers


each stone
a new shadow


schizophrenic windows shining through four agents -
 this world begins and ends in the womb


      Orientalisk danserska. Gosta Adrian-Nilsson 

Saturday, 2 December 2017

a hat becomes a hat

waning moon
my son's


morning light
a hat becomes
a hat


the world tumbles out of her mouth: i’m pregnant


drums the sound of a duck eating its own liver


   Woman with hat. Roy Lichtenstein.