I It is visceral, this feeling Of memory, and mistake. You have eviscerated yourself. It was you who planted the kiss. II Simple aside: I have never enjoyed Mouldy milk With anyone This much before. I can’t recall, if so. The blue cheese cooks a fire Through the bread and butter and I don’t mindContinue reading “Liturgy of Modern Love: I & II”
I AM COMPUTER I breathe numbers, my Mouse click evenings are Spent dawdling On dwindling RAM. I broke my first sector On a BIOS detector. You wanted me even then, Disk-drive K E E N. You dirty little bastard, your Admonition halting your Snap – Snap back metal sleeves; Silky milky Brown ferrous tape theContinue reading “‘I AM COMPUTER’”
I read my scribbled paragraphs of the second novel back to myself. If I am honest I think of my fiction as filmic. It is a camera, on a tripod, on a set of rails, moving smoothly from scene to scene, not lingering too long, not judging and not loving, not until the crucial frame. UntilContinue reading “Fiction”
When I feel that crushing loneliness I know it is time to exhume the memories; They alone will keep me.
I catch myself Savouring The scent of you. I watch myself Watching myself Watch you. Looking over The look of you, ___ __. All this to say There is an essence to you: Unknowable. The mystery that keeps me here With you. Incalculable.
It’s different than it was before But it’s you I’m still thinking of — Toy In the gaps, on the Seine, in your polka dot, with your ruby red lipstick, and the golden hair strangling my dreams: In the gaps, with a little hand, eagerly tucked into mine, you held on and drew my motiveContinue reading “Lyric”