Merchandise (1)

1 a pen

went as a man’s warm wet tears
matter as meant: war-meat
rats eat me



2 a piece of paper

& on & on & on & on & on
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“blind. son, i’m blind”
as blood boils on sand



3 a book

see? sodom’s domes drone & hum
o her sour moods, her sore mounds
see? she undoes her dormouse
hush. hush. she moans

Modulations

1
Rising mist of the falls:
old men picnic
on a mossy overhang


2
Wry songs must oft have awls.
O Lord, my entropic thief!
Onan ossifies, baked or hung.


3
Ironic arias inevitably, many times over, contain a carpenter’s instrument. Exclamation aristocrat, of or pertaining to the subjective ‘I’, a botched pregnancy, a parbuckle. A Biblical figure with muscular wrists caught in arrested development, cooked a conjunction indicating a choice between two opposing alternatives, killed by rope or wire.

Post-Its - Second Wave, or, Egyptology

1
the folded hand
in all directions

2
blinding windows
sunset apartments

3
the eye jolts from
photograph to photo
graph : round stones
gathered in a ring

4
a rat-like motion
between the grassy swatches
wetting the fact deposits

5
'my eyes are extremely thirsty, brethren'
the champagne toilet

6
oaky snap
moist green vowels

7
the house is full of shaking hearts
noise of cuban re-integration

8
I peeled back the other skin
of your solitary eye
& there were socialists & photographs

Improvisations (1) - 18/03/07

Clashing the broken barbs. Black tarp under coppery gravel, there is blue, there is green, there is frame. The duck steps out of the reel. That’s it, buddy! Sun smear. Breaking the clashing barbs. Call it what you like. Maybe, couldbe. Pushing up through the yielding ground. ‘That’ after ‘absence’. Writing notes on coloured paper, no-one’s looking. One says: “Class narrative embedded in the food”. Stir the tea, assemble the instruments. Where three crows. Shiver & cream. Hard light snagged in the structural deficit. Piss in a morning doorway. The lion speaks. Barbs clashing & breaking. What is the sound? Alphabet soup. The boarded window opposites. Never Z, vowels glooping to the surface. Never red. Never read. For ‘read’ read ‘read’. Finding prose difficult. Evanescent blocks expanding in the capital scrimmage. Gold cut into the grey in wedges. Now the eraser hoves into view.

Inaugural Theories: A Tankaphone

1
Crow in the top branch
makes of the cherry tree
a boat in a gale
threshing the sails:
white foam of its wake.

2
Crying to open the broken haunch,
marking off the chewy tresses.
About inaugural
theories I sing, three snails
whisking turf from the open cake.

3
Calling on Pentheus to rake in the mulch;
much raking offends the churlish wrist.
Aborting the general,
the furious icing: in thrusts a nail.
Where is the king, the furtive moth? Pentheus aches.

4
Caliban, pensive, takes up the mic.
Mortuary fakes: send in the church wardens.
Boating into Genoa,
funny-serious things: intrusions entail
washing the curtains, mopping the useless arches.

5
Collapsible victor, stop up your mouth.
Moments of refusal: Cos sand & chopped-out windows;
the bleating of the Jubjub bird;
fumaroles rising from industry’s entrails.
We’ll sing of the curve of the tainted moon, mapping its unseen reaches.

In C

Deleted.

Enlightened Times, Knowledge Increased (1)

Neurotic representations of the Soviet era suddenly “popular”.
Movies of Hemmingway novels complete the commercial.
Jets crashing into an unconvincing typology.
China has its “counter-revolutionary” workers too, you know.
Heterosexuality is considered a dangerous ideology
in this boundless city of self-reproduction
as midwinter falls on Berlin & begins its “dialogue”.
Entwined coils suggest an intimate complacency.
Celluloid is Eisenstein’s true phenomenology.
Perpetual motion : the bohemian becomes the multinational.
Emergency surgery enacted upon hostile newsprint.
The Sincerity Machine has signified nothing.
The replacement editor calls for the standardisation of all media.
This chameleon is as shapeless as memory.