the cost of spaniels

bronze wave

finding the nightmare
 a north wind

the radio station 
we listened to in college

morning coffee
creating a hippo problem
the drug lord

to some degree 
most humans die

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day moon the cow’s breath

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crow moon

a singer

a creaking gate

roasts

opening to blossom

the thunderbird

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the cost of spaniels sorrel as itself

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spinning moth

in silence she sees

my fever finds

herself the houseplant

an aztec nightmare

more green

______________

heavy snow

the sound of a man 

who loves his own voice

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

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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

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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.

my father a sculpture garden

drunk again
the hum
of a fridge

the sweetness 
of a panther’s breath

maroon
moving into nothing
the statue’s symmetry

from my memory
the biggest lie

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new moon
a car moves beyond
the streetlight

folding coal
the road

relationship status
the infinity
between lines

a policeman 
finds a horse

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blueberry
my father
a sculpture garden

the neighbours forget
to take in the washing

soaking beans
the child’s
first steps

a magpie fans its tail
towards a sunset

the last lion

Stroll along the White Cart. Round hoardings and boarding of the foreign commissariat. The map lists earthworks but I’m not too sure - it’s all real flat and endless. The alleyways of the commissariat. Awe. Nearly. Not too far. Ate some blackberries that fell from some ‘unknown source’. Little under ripe - but still. Stooped in calligraphy. Birds - Colitis - Lower Colon - The way water reflects light onto concrete and the barren bowed legs of a postman. Time and then some for Elliott. The tramp, me, asks for some spare change.

unripe blackberry
the last lion 
a triangle