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Monday, 25 August 2025
Monday, 19 December 2022
SHINY HANDLE OF PRE-PLASTIC RESIN
'Man eats meat, and he grows fur.'
Vasily Grossman
i fall open
like a book
at its well read
i fall open
like a book
at its well read
& favourite pages
or i try to . . .
or i try to . . .
but everything flows
& i give myself up
to the noise & the not
to the forever & the never
or i try to . . .
& zen nihilism reaches into the drawer
for a hand-me-down no-name kitchen knife
with a shiny handle of pre-plastic resin
&
slices my good ham thin
in a porterhouse dream
or it tries to . . .
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Tuesday, 27 November 2018
POEMS FOR ALIENS, A PARTIAL GUIDE TO EARTH Nos 1, 2 & 3
1. THE SUN
its round
like a circle
is round
and
lit
up
like
gas mark 8
2. THE BARMAN
sometimes working
sometimes not
3. THE BATMAN
sometimes working
sometimes wayne

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Thursday, 4 September 2014
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