POETRY
High Yet Old
it’s easy to be bad just ask me, anyone will show you how at sunset no-one’s asking that you slap a beggar at the trainstation & then leave, in the compartment, a hidden turd for others to macerate with seat- …
Prize Maggot for Meat Hunk to Knock Twice on Wood
Wormwood hotspot, but narrow berth aping El Paso heat on the Great Northern Highway between civic duties. Diffident arsehole bristles in the glade but for convent up the way quakes, nun patience chides the rough diamantine of the standard liquored …
Basic Hut Methodology
take your platform boots off Kevin you’ve killed a deer to make your point but our tea and biscuit sensibilities will cope we forgive you you’re charming! hiding from your vanity likening molten glass to tartiflette in the fresh peat …
Shooters
postcard poems from the Americas 1 Pisco Lima cries for Spain. Spain was a swan in its hands with a rosy cloaca and a cock that tasted of bullmeat. Lima cries for Spain. 2 Cachaça In Sao Paolo, a monarch’s …
The Viceroy’s Subservients
Thou doth detesteth too much & so it begins with the ants marshalled like Ukrainian cannon fodder spread across the aprons of the Volga. & They Will Not Be Overcome! Not by powder or spray or the diligence to daily …
Life on Mars
‘Am I a light bulb?’ – tortured Iraqi No, my friend, you’re an ‘electric pear’
Fat Like Michael Jackson
i caught the number 11 tram and saw robert dickens he told me about when adrian rawlins came around and ate two whole chickens bored robert to the bone ate him out of house and home ‘that statue of him …
short history of spag bol
I learnt ragu alla Bologna from a gay guy called Che round the back of St Mark’s Church, Fitzroy sharing a house his real name was Paul Jackson, from Bentleigh lived there with his aunty, sometimes wore a beret he …
What it Says About You
That when you could be usefully putting another stain on your waistcoat or staring into the toilet bowl to ponder the true meaning of Armitage Shanks; you’re here talking to a guy from nineteen seventy, whose last great idea was …
Jivin’ with Bonny Cassidy etc.
never the same night—never the same light in the feet dark devil in the heel the dress got wet— i cut it off—i lost control—rolled off the bed // the fault was all stylus— how it beat the rhythm out …
Brief Treatise on Molecular Logology
I told, ah, I, de tale. Tops pun in order to span pin, a rack limned, dim nib spool spins — artist in pot, smirk, cab. But wend or walk, come home, line won, wash all, I’d well lack cack …
Occupations
He’s cutting my hair and flipping his braid imagining the amassing of casualties. he’s A fine rider, and likes a good chestnut for preference, in the. field muttering that’ll Be twenty-nine cents thanks giving you a bullet as if. mogadon …




