dream 276

summer house

the sundae hymnal
of chewed fingernails

a christian nightstick
longing
for blusher

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dream 276….
filling the sugar pot
a clock

someday in june my left ear 
has more wax than the right

dog shit moon
food blogging
a type of christianity

new green
of a quartered geranium 

_____________

the cold

drought

where it stood

a hand puppet

the dryness of bird song

                 for god

_____________

ancient bird

cracked window
a spider works hard
this morning

___________

ancient bird

the city
and its interzone

____________

dissolved
by the middle-class
the antichrist
becomes a bird box

_____________

ancient war
the hero’s rib
melts into the glen

Rome 1992

Seaweed used as fertiliser. She blooms in resignation. A sky full of ghosts. Edgy painting a skull. An itch on the inside of the hand. The bones full of infinite marrow. The skin lined - like creased. Juveniles are seals humping the rotting flesh of washed up fish. 

learning mechanics

from a mountain range

a wall

____________

Rome 1992

No  epic for George and his legions. Virgil sits lonely upstate in a single cell - they never return his calls. Cement men, riders of giant elephants, dragged from the saddle and beaten. Pastel neon sonnets. The goth’s language caked in blood. Hawks recite commentary in the form of 18th Century mandalas . 

overdue 

        in the city of film 

        an owl dies 

of greed

A man, holding a houseplant, walks out of a burning building. The goth’s are optical technology flooding every gate. The eyes of rare birds… grapevines catch fire. And still no Alexander or Caesar to anoint this war. The smoke can be seen from the far reaches of the empire. A victim lying bloody in the street dreams of a river and the coming blossom. 

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Everybody has a favourite tooth. A tooth they really like. My favourite tooth is the one on my top right behind the pincer. It has a nice shape. It is white, in a porcelain kinda way. It is nice in it’s smallness next to the larger pincer.