31.1: POST-EPIC
where does she stop
where does she stop greenland? Or winter at Reykjahlið? I know an African who fell in love with Greenland it was a sort of interim love … my head pressed beneath her locker room door Travelling long-distance. For a season, …
in arid cities we have read as syntax flooded streets
in arid cities we have read as syntax flooded streets while the light falls, heavy as the shadow of a hoop; in darkness we are left as the shadows of our meat and our lives drift in, and out, in …
It helps to have a pedigree
It helps to have a pedigree though some pumpkins live perfectly swell lives without them to grow through litigious lines of aesthetic concepts only to suffer the indignity of Halloween when I was mistaken for my mutt and didn’t bitch …
at the moonlight splayed, shot on the dirt floor, silver and soft.
at the moonlight splayed, shot on the dirt floor, silver and soft. we were shooting the les murray biopic & it was all going cheaply to plan (for cannes) plenty of slow pans and montages – a bit short on …
Listen, o poet, to this marvel of the night.
Listen, o poet, to this marvel of the night. ert-pksh-ert-pksh-ert-pksh: berlin with its pockets full of vomit a narrow orderly line after a fashion which is to shock, not enlighten when God said kill the boy, please explain Listen, o …
When he enters the town
When he enters the town – and notices that mcdonalds has burned to the ground he weeps – wouldn’t you? – weeps and hungers he remembers the men standing in a circle of painted cloth now they live in separate …
The valley of his youth is going slowly bald
The valley of his youth is going slowly bald El valle de su juventud va lentamente calvo A sad fate in any language for, the sky opens up and loosens river slicks whereas the breasts of his love could belong …
he was a beautiful thief in the night
he was a beautiful thief in the night with a handbag full of greek syntax there was nothing he couldnt do right or wrong – or up or down, or east or west, nothing nothing could steal syllables he’d tucked …
Joined to his guilt by bonds of matrimony
Joined to his guilt by bonds of matrimony with a dog he called homily he left for the 24 hour vets But he could still reclaim the black open road Any time he cared to. Yet, these sweats, and cheap …
Whose guts garland the dogs of Troy / Not Patroclus’
Whose guts garland the dogs of Troy / Not Patroclus' shoesize but close enough & a vixen to boot I’d sent them tighter pics the definition would have been the bind focus on the blood, not the teeth while Garmr, …
but we must feel there is something amiss
but we must feel there is something amiss when we come home & find michael stipe taking notes by the hedge yes, we know: it’s the end of the world through any crooked passage way where tongue and fingers work …
(BandAid Medical 422.02)
(BandAid Medical 422.02) pooh bear with a code on his back that would indicate his birthday – or the use-by date of his last pot of honey with that old bear sitting on one line holding glaciers together while full …
The arrival of the monsoon
The arrival of the monsoon ― meant a town full of clean cars. but people kept buying imported water filling the damp winds with thirst and filling the rivers with empty bottles, floating by like dreams of escape parrots, dogs, …
There once was a man who lived in a house
There once was a man who lived in a house with four doorways and a dark room for the cheesecake between a flyscreen to the rear and someone else’s bedroom and the cistern that screeched like a banshee in the …
money put aside for money will money into money
money put aside for money will money into money its the same with semen, but stickier than honey so all things that can be saved can also be expended, and drowned in abandoned wardrobes of borrowed clothes were as solid …
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