bar scene

The slob puts down his drink
For just a second
To pull taut the string between
His teeth and the young lady’s brain
And whispers into his whisky.

An important man,
Masked, but recognizably important nonetheless
Has come to deliver a message,
But it is soon understood this important man
Has no mother tongue.

Wildly gesturing: Long winters, stampede,
A great weight, a hiding place—
The barman’s coattails light up!
He shrugs his jacket to the floor,
It comes alive, personified

In a panicking fury, furled and rearing
“Just fine, just fine,” murmurs the young lady.
Says, “Second hand smoke, I’m blowing it,
I’m blowing it.”
The stage light yawns,
Low and blue on the slob, now at the microphone

He once more puts down his whiskey
And whispers, slow, finely drawn out
Carving tactile shapes with his vowels,
Interpreting the important masked man’s story.
But the flames are licking the bar,
And those who have not already fled
Never noticed any of the above.

albatross

old-skool fleetwood, no gurls allowed

gold leaf hype + nonsense poem

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Jaws of way which ridge is risen
Isn’t amorphous, bent back steel
Zither threw shapes mapped quiet
Leaner, brittle pond
Inkspot pillowcase annexed now now
Now oil, wick, tallow

Two shoes moon, through
Tissue crinkles grinning mad and
Phosphor-cloud loop wiring
For you or only once, come
Come from square waves
Being stayed winking dawn moves
Nine lives to love,
Worms on the loom, loom looming
Upon an eastern waltz in the background
Cherry pit gravestone rolling
Grey, anon.

Hark and sing laughing stream
Barely coaxed wax part breaking
Render storm salmon in wood grain fashion
Hell bent lettering soothe say you
Fallen on should solder ringing
Unclean opal for molar marks
Long and long wicked fruit
Straw handed window fog text
Nested almond crescent sun
Pooling like lips gather silences
In shoestring tethers
Smoke, perforations made
Curved.

Brilliant white mesh reflection
Remarked, struck with
Vibrations—held breath in jest/ingest
Cello water bathing the hours free
From ticking seconds match
Strike sharp, white and black keys meander
Holy one two ambiguous
Repose, engraved glass
Surfacing here eye tilt eerily
Yawn. Hovering hanging
Sewing a ladder wry strung,
Warm earth swallowing sung
Hidden den, done then Mother,
Dark wine, young will stalk phrases and skip
Merrily open out over our
Placements.
Shiver bit quell the mold
Knuckles drawn melt gracefully in
Age, moment’s trick
Sagely yellow
Know/No.

Keep An Eye On My Dreaming

new single. get hip, get with it

block sequence

smothered in the dark

undercurrent

wine!

moonbeam poster

this weekend

yr old ring