removing something inorganic from a potty

given to fly severed pigeon wing

goddess of night demons devoured

thunderous my voice awakens sleeping Buddhas

therapy clam waiting for a ravenous moon

wordless storm the barren twigs in hysterics

pimple in a tea cup a word-shard sinking

sodden bed a web of mis-sized hair balls

perfected thought-spores clogging air-scapes

scouring dough the potter's winter find of breasts

dog star coloured saxophone

so it begins again scratch that so it begins to scratch

dialating pupils into the unknown at full bloom

the sun and starlings in a pool of starlight

a rhapsody of stars dragon wings

b-sides the sound of violet light

the shape of night calypso

twilit the horizon bleeds green jazz

belly up in the bowl mermaid

palpable the sound of hexagons

rotten peach the smell of poetic death

inevitability of death beaten to death

with communication being a key part of poetry you let a falcon become your head

A wooden snake that was once painted green. 

one that your boy got got clack clack run that snow

wintering into submission the choke hold of snow

right there is my shine homie break yo self chill

pass the bone right here yo son in this huddle hole with your long ass toke

winter thawing sunlight on frost blown out windows

dreaming of the suicide puzzle grass

gathering your storms you become birdless in winter

you mistake gladioli for potatoes and make a mayonnaise based salad with them and everyone you feed it to dies and you get the pulitzer prize for poetry for this and all the while i’m at home in my underpants plagiarising your work

vacuuming lungs between trees verb rage

sounds of leaving the colour yellow

roaring weather my leaking ribs

shadows no word forword

someday’s the beast hunchbacked

under the wishing bridge the country’s old currency 

the thought of starving yourself to death replaced by the thought of what sandwich you’ll make when you stop thinking about starving yourself to death

8-bit pixelation an aspen caught in the breeze 

white hole moon in the loo

pushed to the edge guffaws the bald topiaries

a skull-thud a squeak the dew-sopped Creeping Charlie

in the funeral home window my hair-line

bulldogs Paris barks the colour midnight

when the last letter is a river

neverstar beyond neverstar

monotonous dull drum rumble cotton panties dry

attached to nothing a butterfly's death

talking to the one cloud covering Denmark and of course we discuss the weather

literallyjustinterferometersfromhome

two hands that is

grey flood flaring stillness dry cold would that a trout wiggle on my breath

the gritty sheen of virgin bread claw marks in the eye

anyway, she said they were flowers

the hunchback with a zebra t-shirt