Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Does she know your name?

'Does she know your name?'
people ask.
'does she know who you are?'
as if she is facial recognition software.

No.
No.
You don't understand.

When I stroke
Alzheimer's moaning,
when I croon and
feel her mottled paper skin:

her breathing eases; and
I hear her pausing.
I hear her pausing.







Wednesday, April 26, 2017

In January

It wasn't until January
that insight came.
Lunch melting, the table
umbilical cord to capitulation,
the salad a nightmare
of knives and screams
& bloody memories.

I've hidden inside sandwiches
too long.





Sunday, May 8, 2016

Blue thin edge

It's come around around again
That year I made us
Three. How smug I was.
How free.
Now, I sit beside you
Thin and edges blue
My love like anguish
Loud and yelling
While we chatter.




Saturday, April 9, 2016

Drunk on Ellis

For once I'll tell the truth:
Dubbo, drunk on beer,
I looked into the gum,
killed ants,
thought of Ellis.
Heard Malcolm lie.
Shorten tell a joke.
ABC Crackle.

It's like swimming in dirt, Bob.
Beneath your eloquent
regretful sky.


Thursday, April 7, 2016

in vein

I've looked for lines
between there and here
and failed.

even my blood bears no resemblance.

I've broken so many rules
flakes cling to my skin til I'm blinded
(echo hours, dark and dark)
I've lived that fucking mess.
Tided up.
Artefactual. Oh yes. 

Yet: alight. It puzzles me.
Somehow, like living a synonym.

breathe in. hold.
breathe again.

: in vein.



Wednesday, April 6, 2016

frag.ment

for Arson de Bris

you shin.e
words.
word.s & you.you.tube
such beauty.
i eat pie
bumblehumble crumbs
re.calling_it's you
with he/art &
a world in need/heed
of such soaring