A Wave

A shell lies waiting
beaming in a ray of light
(my hand)

We lie in a hot room
smiling around the curl
of the shell

Bright blue, a day away
and a dream
falling

In the thick of the last night
I sang to the shell
the melody ran in a wink

Trailed off into the heaving sea
there’s no more
and I’m on a plane

And suddenly what I had is gone
disappeared
(a wave)

Six o’clock and I’m sitting upright


April 1st April 4th April 7th, 18th, 25th
blank upper-space A4
Pound, occupation: Modernist, why?

3 hours for self-improvement 101
it’s all you could find
looking at the clock to write the numbers on your hand
from the get up, the get go:
information leak 0.25, 0.5, 0.75

praxis, parallelograms, politically, philologically
fixated frustrated frowns –
Forward it through, friend.
Friend?
For what, for life? for coffee?

you’ll have to wait, then
this won’t be finished until oh, Your application has been received, tick
? Yes, oh, yes, uh
skinny flat white no sugar please
$3.40, $3.80, $3….
and what are they, those slices of – could you tell me -? Never mind

Running late, meet me on the corner
behind building 9 no building 10 no
Skip that, today is rehearsal week 5
1.2.8.

Wait,
I
missed it

Saturday Morning

The sea sits as my desktop background
The pixels clang, the wind of the loading cursor whirrs
Falling into this morning again
I’ve only been awake for half an hour.

The Current Moment


A small in pink and an old in blue

sky-blue, upside-down

follow the dog through the lane

 

I get moved along the table

with the arrival of more

this small in grey and the old in blue

 

This seat is colder and

the music is louder

away from the window, I can’t see

 

I ate before at the base of a monument:

people I never knew died

building a bridge I’ll never climb

 

Now I am tired

and will soon catch the train

having spent the morning

 

In search of pebbles and strangers,

both of which

I found.

Breakfast



eat my face for breakfast

scoop out truth
with stainless steel
drench them in syrup

take the spoon from the bowl
and eat that too

stomp on my daily bread

fish out lies from the plate
crumbs run down your arm
lost in your shirt sleeve

your hands are empty now
look at me

the strands of morning light

my hair my head
my face is looking at you
with your empty bowl your empty plate

your empty dirty hands

Three Romance Haikus


Far from the castle

she flies through the mist

and her iPhone beeps

 

*

 

I often pray for

the small patch of hidden light

under my office complex

 

*

 

Could fight for Justice

Could give your life for World Peace

could just go online