white coat syndrome I bite my lips till they bleed

now eclipses now

rain dog I paint myself into shadows

bartering with the sun the sorrel becoming more red

the place where charley horses go when they're dead

cutting the barber’s hair a woodpecker

moving through me the question of now

distracted by ants Carlo cuts his finger on a book

heat lightning I read a newspaper sky

winter clouds patterns of an ancient boat

in Phoenix tongues a century aflame

soft coyote not white the night

star seeds the being of my non being

dreaming of acorns a tapir turns in its sleep

tinnitus the sound of parasites in my blood

black dahlia will my hand still write beyond the grave?

the scar on my stomach you order squid

there's a ship built of dust and a legend where frogs are reincarnated as frogs and you yawn

my shadow loosely drawn with milk and starlings a dog

with the word asparagus a doll’s house gets more complicated

the whiteness of language under my hands 

in darkness your perfectly arranged mouth

the logic of tongues SVO pattern 

summarily compounding my freedom spring rain

putting a spin on the signified morning fog

ghos(t)rain

stretching cloud shadows sonorous cello

existentially eclipsed Kerouac moon

night bear the honey starts to rot

in my hair the scent of coloured rain

Carlo makes a comment about the music in my house.

mute he faces a razor then a tie then a Scottish moor

rumpled teat fishwives chase a superstar

light bulb on a wire hums hypothetical transmissions

listening to your ear I hear rain

in the stench of formaldehyde my brain sinks. (Science class)

astro(n)autical

shadows chase the wind

putting the moon to shame Sinatra blue eyes

transitioning into a summary my prognosis 

the centre of the universe pulls on my sleeve

conch shell ocean song stains pinnacles of thought

ink stains another poem written in oblivion

excerpts of a lunar eclipse fumble towards ecstasy

harsh winter the prostitute becomes a Buddha

dissected the sound of silence

photographs of yesterday shadows lament