Kicking the old year into the new

i don't quite get New Year, hearing people's "goodbye" to an abstract stretch of moments & welcoming new time like a new pair of underwear. It always saddens me how we take time for granted, so much so that we celebrate the death of it. i don't make resolutions, because i am always resolving to …

A funeral rite was once an art…

This is not a Christmas poem (i'll pretend that isn't happening), neither is it exclusively about Shelley, despite the Louis Edouard Fournier painting suggesting otherwise. i suppose, if the man being cremated is a poet, then the funeral rite, through contagious magic, becomes a work of art. ∞ A funeral rite was once an art but …

Rodge

∞ A spartan living room | old 3 bar fire on full pelt | a Wedgewood Elizabeth II 50th anniversary coronation plate on the mantelpiece with a chipped edge | next to a pair of dice & an incomplete Rubik’s Cube. Rodge |late middle age & peculiar | far away glazed expression | is sat …

That day | when the Man Dressed like a Forest…

∞ That day | when the Man Dressed like a Forest yodeled into the gash of a valley | the rising echo no reply but the semblance of his voice “which tragically has neither eyes nor sense to register itself.” First the ozone then the ocean masticated Kim’s missile | the whole world has gone …

Sam & Deli

∞ Sam & Deli meet at the entrance to their university | Sam arrives early every day to chain smoke roll-ups | trying to beat his previous record of 7 in the space of 15 minutes. It is winter. The threat of snow builds in blue cumulus | beautiful perm-like renderings. Sam: “Deli | how’s …

A face…

∞ A face | with more secrets patched in than Bletchley Park | in a street | a transient space to move from A-B | the jaundiced buildings scuppered by draughts of salt & age | a broken egg resembling seagull shit on the sea wall "Among us | daytime is not failed night | …