INFORMAL CHAT

theres are lots of things
going to happen

& i really really dont want
many of them to happen at all

i could list their bowels
here in poetic evisceration

but
this
is
more
like
an

informal chat
& 

you know the stuff i mean

you dont want 

many of them 

to happen either

MORNING MADRIGALS

birdsong
clear as
a glass bell


birdsong
clear as
a glass bell



birdsong
clear as
a glass bell

&
hope 

like rain

on the hill

SHOPPING MALL MOMENT

small town
shopping mall
food court
still vibes 1985

& joy division on the tannoy
& light is diffused to death

is a moment exposing
the poverty of words

WET LEXICON

time was
the words
would come on
like a thundering tide

now
i scratch & sniff
round about
a mud puddles edge

for words
that never

wash

away

CARDIA, A TUMBLE THOUGHT

&
heart
pounding

at
nothing
cos

its

morning
again

~

no midnight zen survives 

in the rude 7am

where the ghosts of cigarettes howl

& coffee is coffee & again