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29 November 2012

when daybreak came
I was the first to wake up
battered unhinged
with the great cloud of Metropolitan New York 
rising before us
in and washed
we jumped
through the Lincoln tunnel
oh damn
it was only the beginning
pitched
among the pots and pans
sprawled on the floor
four thousand miles withdrew
to a dark corner


This is an erasure poem using words found on page 117 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac

13 November 2012

Beyond September


beyond September beyond testing testing
beyond
September
into the military slap of snare
into the neck of naked trees
where robed parliaments make mitres
out of mole hills
where I wait 20 years to taste the
spirit level 
finally testing testing
finally
meet the equilibrium of my faith
zero cant..camber
climbing into echo chambers echo
chambers
testing testing
cheap turquoise curtains
our barricade
listening to the sound
the sound
of old throated soldiers
long dead
long dead 
landscape turns to landscape
what were we
before we were car parks?
beyond our second
September 
feeding the crows on our arms
gingerbread muffins pulled apart
by fingers that have loved
and loved and loved
drinking Lebanese coffee
thick and sweet
laughing at Marx
wondering what
is the object
talking about keystones
spreading
the load
perspective meets 
perspective
pedagogic cogs
text books made of Corvids
and single malt
testing testing beyond
September
watching skies fill 
from the 19th floor
remembering 
her heartbeat


06 November 2012

before burning




metamorphosis metamorphosis metamorphosis metamorphosis
anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic
amorphous amorphous amorphous amorphous amorphous
morpheus morpheus morpheus morpheus morpheus
polymorph polymorph polymorph polymorph polymorph
morpheme morpheme morpheme morpheme morpheme
morphology morphology morphology morphology morphology

she bares 
her midriff 
as if it were 
her words
hegemony drips 
like sweat between
her breasts
mirrors
crack
fragments 
of subjugation
ambushed by brilliance
all her pieces
un
done
object of no one's eye
rejecting anatomy
flux
like autumn leaves
dead
as we
adore them still the tree
naked and spent
 
metamorphosis metamorphosis metamorphosis metamorphosis
anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic anthropomorphic
amorphous amorphous amorphous amorphous amorphous
morpheus morpheus morpheus morpheus morpheus
polymorph polymorph polymorph polymorph polymorph
morpheme morpheme morpheme morpheme morpheme
morphology morphology morphology morphology morphology
 

01 November 2012

I wish I was you (then)

in burlesque  twists
sly to the monochrome
ribboning entrails
smoke
lifting in tandem with
filtered coffee rainbows 
in black
and white
noir
where the disparate seek harmony
with the looming dusk
of never ever after
or a cowboys boot
spurs like catherine wheels
spinning as he twists
his heel into the butt
off the cuff prose
in familiar light
when I crush my cigarette
first second third 
attempt
and i'm all colour
no contrast
stealing four minutes from my shift
to suck on nicotine
no trilby
no blue 
air
every shadow cast
is timid in the tarmac
tie clipped
cuffs a stale grey
I lack
the lacking of the lick
the grasp of night
of broken pain
and pain
I know
with no auteur
without the crispness of the edit
I bleed into the reels
a bore a bore