I’ll Make Dinner When I’ve Finished Editing Your Smack Down Honey

You take verbage for granite
It’s from a whole nother planet
Let my pronounciation orientate
Let it perculate your state
Let my rhymes sooth ya
Do a Heineken remover
Your ordinance is ostensively miniture
I’m gonna take ostraya nucular
You went to the libary supposably?
Your lyrics prespire, depose of them please
Your point is mute the parlament voted
To be pacific what you got’s a tradgedy
Your granma and speling expecially
With my volumptuous rhyme
This triathlon bitch
I wan it

The Creative Thief

Rounding out the curve of a hip
It takes over it wins for an hour
It steals from you until you come back to waking
This taking
I’m scared of it slipping and making
Me old like my mum charcoal and paper
Clutched in a spotty hand shaking

Tannins Tungs Acrylics

Tannins tungs acrylics and sponges
Big wool rugs and coffee from plungers
Beans slow cooked in a swamp of sauce
Haloumi grilling, jasmine on the porch

Battleship

Gee three, kerpow, my friends never call me
Forgot their birthdays, took it personally
Kay four, kerblewy, I don’t eat anymore
Reg-u-lar-lee, like my gee pee told me
Kay two, slammo, I wake up impromtu
And perform an act while I lie on my back
In the dark being sunk by lucky attacks
My rag tag fleet’s now a lonely blip
Oh go on life
Sink my battleship

Petrichor

Ah, love sister
Falling, fragile
You knocked on my door and
Told me it’s been raining

Ah, yeah sister
It’s been raining here too
And like you
I know
How much it costs to commit
To ten thousand more rainy days

Ah, sweet sister
I’m happy this secret’s not strange
What? you demand
Why, sister
You know
Just, how we are both so bloody brave

This Love Affair

This love affair is gallery stares
It moves at gallery paces
Wide eyed, bedroom-still
We study each other’s faces

This love affair is a sweet duet
Timed exactly right
Shivering like two strings plucked
Two notes for a warm Spring night

This love affair is the words in a book
Bold and lovingly penned
Unfolding and unfurling
Beginning, middle and end

Inches and Hours

Shifting warmth
Low exposure smiles
Inches apart
Small hour calm

Weights and surfaces
Traversing touches
Faint potentials
A love, made to fit

Scenes, little close ups
Lips, hair, liminal airs
Still lifes in pillow forts
Dimly lit shorts

Between lens changes
Interleaved sensations
Little pockets of time
We film with our eyes

From The Other Side of the World

I turn over your words in my head,
The words you sung to me.
From the other side of the world—
Your bed.

I revolve in my mind, your kind,
Your voice,

Its tenor,
Its strain,
Its refrain.

Many Hatted Mad Men

Many hatted mad men,
Absent of certain sensibilities
That you and I gentle reader
Consider.

What other worlds revolve around ours
That we do not reach for,
That orbit us and spend
Periods
Behind our backs and out of our sight.

What Vicious Beast

What vicious beast did you survive
That left you with wounds like that?
What vicious beast pried the warmth from your chest?
What vicious beast did you best?

I’ve fought some too, perhaps not like you
Though I would like to know…

Was it a lost boy with a pale face
Who would trace your streps
Who would silently chase
Who would keep apace
By standing closer every day
Your attentions strayed?

First Contact

Pale lips flex her slim ivory face.
I imagine her life translucent,
Travelling calmly by capillary force
Along the sheltered side of potted leaves,
Lit by ambient sun.

How foreign, that sun!
Mine hurts I thrust it
On enemies or I eat it.
It burns me with love for clamorous women
Heroines with vicissitudes,
Who had babies or never had babies,
Ones with scars and ones mid-chapter.
Oh my heart. Viragos who build themselves out of glass
Every morning from the shards they find in their beds.

Wild

Your smile is as fitting as your shape when sitting on mine.
Your toes in the throws I’d spy and be thrilled by their curl,
Their stutter,
Their whimpering sigh.

Bitch, Please!

Painted faces,
Filigree bracelets,
By the light of the chandelier.
Hemmed curves,
To be observed,
A handsome man to be interned,
Perfumed hair,
Fluted glasses,
A handsome man is making passes.
Hunger masked,
Who will he ask,
Please look at me look at me look at me.

Oh bitch, please!
A man so conceived
Will drunkenly fumble with you, then leave;
The picture of sadness your face will be.
But perhaps that’s how you’ll learn, like me,
That the woman in life with happiness truest
Is not she who has the most men, but the fewest.

Pigeons from Hell

I love you very dearly
But baby even I
Need to get my tax done
Yearly

Why’d You Have To Go and Make Things So Complicated?

Dear atheists, why
Do you think the sky
Is falling
Cos people
Dig steeples?
It’s galling
Occam’s Razor’s not cool
When fools
Forget
It’s a heuristic tool
To rate
Your ideas
Not hate on your
Peers
Even if
They’re God fearing swill
Take a pill
Please chill
Don’t let bigotry
Run uphill

Dear Baby Boomers, Please Die Faster

Stabbing at leaves at ten in the morning
Standing on your front lawn yawning
Beige slacks and a polo shirt at ten
Tuesday morning in sunshine and Ralph Lauren

I’m Actually Bleeding

“Hi,” she says with sparkling eyes
“Are you coming in your car?
“I want to know if you live nearby.
“See if you can dance with me!”
Stone cold I can feel the air on my bones
Where she leans in–skin warmth hair her air
I run I try
“Oh God, I’m so
“I’m so so sorry, I’m sorry, the time.”

Hello Shutdown

Shutdown, baby, your stars are shuttered
It pains me to say, but your mother’s insane
She’s wonking away, so she can buy time to play more
Need I say more? She’s not to be trusted with things
Like you
And me
Starlight, here,
Take these wings.

Paucity

The pitch black of his room
His own raised hand
Floating up, floating down, floating up, floating down
Briney gritty echoes of sand
Flotsam jetsam shadowed underpasses
Coins notes grimy bus stop stares
Stripy shirts thick rimmed glasses
A ringed finger curling a strip of wet hair
Slender fingers on a clerk’s cash box
Unbidden compressions of air

Awsumdectomy

I used to be cool by the pool
Now I drool on a stool
I’m the lull in the visits my visitors pay

By the window I wait
I extrapolate
This existence, the minutes, the hours, the days