THO DEATH HAS NO DOMINION IT STILL STICKS ITS BLOODY OAR IN

 

death is a bad fact
& blunt
like a sperm whale

&
fate is a river of silt
with tent city banks

& echoes have teeth
& the past is litigious

but no matter that

that world is gone

LEE MARVINS SHOES

the director
asked the widow
if she 

wanted 

something
of the actors
from any

of his films

the shoes 

she said
from that 

corridor scene
that spoke

of will & intent

in a menacing
metronome echo

NOT A VIVID PICTURE

   
      sometimes 

      for a 

      wobbled

      moment 

i  am  outside  of  me

i am separate & undone

    

like i nudge-shoved me 

      

      out 

        my

         own 

          way

~

      

& my meat is an echo

      tailing me

      like a cop

      

      like a jumping stylus

      like buyers remorse

& i am elmos fire . . .

an essay on a toetag . . .

        

      it is not 

    a vivid picture

       

       

DOOR TO THE FUTURE

when 
youre walking
&
youre talking
&
your voice
goes different

like an echo
like a tomb

like 
some great distance 
has gatecrashed in

&
you sound like someone else
for a long weird moment

but
you just walked
into
a bathroom . . .

thats all
thats all ?

& you sound deeper
& you sound flatter

the tile ?

& then the mirror there
its 
growing you
an 
older mans belly
&
dragging
a
lazy hobo beard

like a child would draw

from
out
your
root vegetable chin

door to the future

i realise

of
the
humble bathroom doorway

door to the future

&
carefully 
i dont look anywhere

& do
what i came
to do

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RUSSIA CALLING

i want
to breath
that blank
russian air again

want to dwarf myself
in eternal foyers
too brown
to echo

want to smell the diesel
melt the snow
in
the
imposition streets

want to see 
the grey domino
city scrape
thru
the
bad glass 
twentieth floor 
windows

over a river
gone solid
where no one skates

and count those copper tubes again
in
the
airport
as
i
leave again

but that was gorbys days

and i was western air

supervised around
that
strange flipside
of
cold war freeze

russias calling-

its price chalked
on the soles
of its awkward
evening shoes

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