THIS IS NOT A POEM

i have had a scene looping 

in my mind for a year

words are not the appropriate 

medium for its expression

what did seem appropriate tho

was to start drawing it 

with my eyes shut 

this facilitated its channelling

if youll excuse such terms 

after opening my eyes 

i inked in the bits that worked

& coloured it in pencil 

i think its finished

it probably is finished

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AFTER READING IN THE BATH, POP 1

we draw our bars
write them

try to see out
imagine it

& draw
that too

SKETCH POP 108

 

i scribble draw
a biro sun
on museo linen

like
a lizard
on the pillows

when
hot rocks
are his home

CARBOHYDRATE COMA

i write
i draw

i lay prone in a carbohydrate coma

i wave a camera around

i
find
loss & confusion
with
every
waking

& the dead call by proxy

thats how we say goodbye

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