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

a tongue duel slowly the dishes recede

cheeks of dried roses an inflamed bladder

is today's bird tomorrow's today

if foliage stricken pull down a cloud

that's it in a comet dripping leaf

Andromeda's winter voice electric blue

keeping itself well hidden my kidney

from ear lobe to ear lobe a gate flung wide

leaving martyred boots to listen to a love call the unstable brain

the suggestion of an idea of her vague face disappears beneath a prayer

lift me by the snout, package says

customs item in a map fold the name of a horse ooppps rose eeckk shore 

a slight cough a soft tread and suddenly an ocean-roar

congealing on my mirror free format driftwood

this and that moon there again gone again rabbit eyes

after the football results the folding of a newspaper

in science class you learn about the human relationship to bread mold and go home and feel awkward looking at the loaf on the counter and under your breath mumble, bro, in a questioning way

full moon you me and our christian names

as such it doesn’t travel the ocean

unicorn hooves magic perfumes the cosmos

teary eyed from the wind

attached to nothing a butterfly's death

Rorschach ink blots rhapsody of albatrosses

touch of voice wrapped in ribbons and bows

hexagonal the sound of carbonated blues

fairytales a wanting poison

being a blooded chihuahua a poet measures the lion’s tooth

the feeling of having no marketable skills washes over on an ocean emoji and falls into a doughnut emoji and you feel sad and draw a 100 emoji on your head take a selfie and use it as a profile picture on linkedin

, who is the flock of starlings emerging from his elbow

attached to nothing a butterfly's death

a ladybug pisses on my lifeline

a knife's suicidal tendencies the taste of blood metallic

insomnia the minutes laugh at me

screams fill my head all night

blood stained the sound of arrows

in the mirror's reflection reflections

looking through potatoes your skeleton

he places his cello between my legs and performs

naked I run my fingers through my pubic hair

green tree another green another tree green

I watch a video of a budgie having a bath while you tell me how your day went

autumn storm the weatherman without a poppy

looking towards neptune your cold cup

you treat it like a real fox the plastic fox

yellow the mystery of bats

my demise the breath of buffalos in winter

10,000 leagues under the sea an oyster with no pearl

of ink black feathers the dark side of the moon speaks

rotted road side apples I too wear the smell of decay

above the health care centre one white cloud

in every parallel universe you fold a towel

antimatter the air between a jaguar’s stride

a poet's mind written in a poet's mind

of all my rain warped voices

this foreverworld parched I lay naked open mouthed for rain

fairytales a wanting poison

sleepy Hamlet song I breathe

hunger pangs the mirror empty

dust to dust passage of time

marrow theory your organs as autumnal wreaths

You neuter a cat and then order plums online from a big supermarket chain.

whispers on the wind each colour brushes my skin

peace pipe the taste of immortality

double exposure the satyr moves into a grove

paleovirology photos from my parent’s wedding

everything shits

last fog horn the wounded sea

a squeak the multiple size of mountains

the hole, where the endocarp was, slowly fills with juice

reality a chuck steak escapes being

as if by wind and uncertain illness a lion

day moon laughing at yourself for using a kigo

moving through metaphor a geranium lawsuit

in the place where you were born you pick your nose

Venus the prostitute splayed on my window sill

behind my eyelids velvet horses

taste of dirt the cop's discriminate ego thrown about

becoming a rock god you feel good and you count birds

while innocently watching reruns of 90’s sitcom blossom someone takes a rake to the inside of your face

voices that scratch at my hull the one missing

 43 years of moons silently birthed

watching the marriage of limes a toenail

, who masking the mud went on to childhood

together alone ghost moon

memoirs of a Geisha loneliness deepens

learning what sadness is this cool morning i try to count the wind 

fromaburninggiraffethechildsuckles

cries of a nameless bird attached to nothing

empty eyes of idols - the pathway to Dharma?

like death death

as a ghost his love returns

held for ransom a butterfly's dream

whale vertebrae my fingertips read death

road side attraction black bear cubs play wrestling

SSRI overdose I dance with circus monkeys

denying a rose its thorns gurney straps

hallway mirror a glance of yesterday's would-have-beens

forest the bones of an emoji 

a goose getting ready to migrate takes a shit

fourth stick of incense burns with Tom Waits smoky croon

in the attic of my mind voices of shadows

, whose trains stop  in his mouth adding names to nameless places

aqueous drops of Jupiter in my head

Mercedes Benz popemobile bullet proof celebrity status

a middle aged woman thinking of ants

until only the mountain exists I sit

liv(e)vil

in the gutter Barbie decapitated

dancing to a one man band circus monkey

the child’s hair moon octopus 

after the dissolvable multi-vitamin you kill yourself

in talks with the tree clowns tapio 

friday the 13th superstition in every sidewalk crack

stone henge the pulse of a seventh wonder

nautical star feeling its voice

staring back at me the moon's poker face

shadow boxing the silence of silence

in each raindrop the voice of autumn regurgitates

rachmaninoff's name mentioned 22 and a half times in the pet food aisle

lucid dream Van Gogh's severed ear floats by

dream(catch)her

carbo(n)ation

chrys(anthem)um

moonsong squeezed to pulp I drink its frailty

awakening I let dreams dream

promise of sun I dream of bananas dreaming

ente avante the evolution of mermaids

who will eat my cancer when I turn black?

pong-ping i sellotape a dead rat to my eye

don’t break my heart cow parsley 

transcendence returning to stardust

house of mirrors this sleeping world

contemplative an exodus of ants

railroading silence this lock without a key

dimensions of wind spiral dimensions

in this dream the house more red

a(void) void

she used the word ’soul’ and I went deaf and out for bread

at night a pinned butterfly she hears me

Placed carefully in the shade - a yellow jerrycan.

heat waves; not being a ghost

#worldswithinworldsfall

restless too the anatomy of silence

ushering in the night a cat's caterwaul

smell of dirt today's synopsis

real and imagined hurt is sexless and can replace any ink or salmon

vast the passing of time in my eyes

the generosity of your leaving the bison a bishop

love dogs from hell biting my hand

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

sound of shadows moan with sorrow

becoming in its unbecoming the passage of now

croony blues I slip upon a rhyme

filled with sideways rain deflated balloons

hazy moon lonely shadows climb the stairs

circling the sky that circles them vultures

untranslatable the tail of a comet

saxophone shaping the sound of rain-filled blues

Tibetan square a monk burns himself in protest

this other sphere neither sun or moon

receding shadows the night layers to a footnote

sound of the universe in grains of sand

silence the catalyst between words

shadow boxing yesterdays contort the now

prophetic moon midnight hangs on the window sill

wrapped in eulogies the unsaid

ghos(t)rain

whispers of the dead lead me in dreams

chasing what she does not understand ghost butterflies

emptiness of now filled by the miles of blues

the foxy croon in her voice Etta James

politicians shining the apple I flip the bird at a weather vane Jesus

a perpetual now of glass we’re by the sea

down river my stream of consciousness floats on a leaf

books the smell of dog eared escape

valley of thirst eyes bidding on black ocean pearls

the sea in my ear a webstorm

between poached eggs and worry beads a salamander's tongue

night's maw the train's sideburns gayer

dreamscape drops of Jupiter orbit my mind

pine tips if fingers pierce paradise

dripping on lichen the greening of rain

searching through the night as well moon of blindness

of this wind all colours bleed into one

Sylvia Plath a genius tortured by demons in her head

trainspotting dirty syringes litter the playground

apocalypse a bomb goes off in a young girl's heart

midnight's children sifting through landfills to find their next meal

festering in their own piss and shit children of war

gang raped predicting her death she downs a 40 ouncer of vodka and never returns

serotonin overdose I dance with circus monkeys

hell's gatekeeper earning its wings

purgatory call by number dead skin on trial

in a parallel universe my mind parked diagonally

length of an ant's dream this lake fever

area 51 dissecting alien life form

tequila worm hearing colours seeing sound

maudlin dawn talking to myself in colours

birdman pigeons peck crumbs from his beard

more radiation the cold slab of steel on my skin

Tibetan square a monk burns himself in protest

hung in a Jesus Christ pose scarecrow

windchimes the sound of a swollen city breeze

in my ears howls of love that is a dog from hell

before and after the wasteland white butterflies

one-third of my past soars on Garuda’s wing

tapping into my kundalini this rain

in media res the dreamscape of our lives

the lag between breaths white space

not so long ago the colour of silence

from the corner of my eye pigeon’s flight

running a fever thoughts in and out of devils and dust

silent shadows bend beyond lucidity

dog rose as I exhale a raindrop quivers

dead moth how many more lives will you live?

generation X the cumbersome leftovers I carry

dark side of the moon the loneliness that everyone becomes

hot blooded moon floods the night sky

with this blood type no relative planet

sleeping sickness the big bang theory theorizes itself

dead sea scrolls the question mark moans

scarecrow hung in a Jesus Christ pose

corn fields spoken harvest on the wind

in whispers the Himalayas of my mind

in whispers the Himalayas of my mind

in a beached whale a party of reluctant prophets

as an allegory it’s the candle inside the moth