d - nile

Don't leave
for heavy bound books
provincial boroughs
trunk, shuddering, on top

Or romance
how i too
can feign whimsy
with artful draping

Don't cafe
do holiday
with thigh thick speed
serpent

train ride

Sound without you,
same as with you.

The check, is a tick that we passed in transit.

Solemn, yellow, paused at the window.

I notice, you weave a crescendo on the floor,

and that, in silence
I withdraw

To hum deeply.

roswell

The thing about alien abduction is

you have to stay in bed,
you can't get up to see them,
twisting your neck round
for those
flashing
illegible lines.

Arms wriggle,
retinas roll,
puzzled pirouettes
hit pitch,
lets go up in flames.

Its always at night.

In the stuffed bloated
microfibres
you might stand for water,
but not by the window
where green trees
are now skeletons,

patient little pencils
telling you to go back.

Zip up
russian doll,

and radiate.

tentacles

Loaded with lethal
stings,
actively hunting,
you're deep sci-fi
in sheer silk.

Aeroplanes swirl
closer,
encircle
and evade,
feathering
featureless
white
stone balustrades.

Advantage is
you're fallen
scattered
afraid,
always poised
for the party
and
punctuating gloom.

Swallowing,
plucking,
melting
into the blue,

you grow long
with giant hunger.

spinner

….In the silence that followed when I took your face and shook you, was afraid,

left,

one of us did with interest and trust feel concern.


Brought it,

dancing, araneidal across the bedsheet.


Knew it,

missed it, struck at it and hit it,

cutting damp,

blinds and their pine trappings.


St Charles

looking, strangely old, lumbering

through

sub tropics, that eternal corner.


I lifted my hand to sap, roll shut the window,

cursing you

in the green canopies, ruffling feathers.


I forgot it was easy,

do I know?


Do I become always wanting,

the same old bars

brought it dancing.

dead space/exit wound

the moon
eats the sun,

me
& you,

spinning
catatonia

andromina's
spun.

nebula

messier,

expect to collide

in light

palpitation

where you're in full sight.

i’m

wide

on the run,

whipping
up

silent
still
& where.

andromina

nebula

masses

messier,

expect to collide

in light

palpitation

when you're in full sight.

expect to hit

catatonia
sweet 

then sit.


vegas
vega,

i can't
remember.

croupier
kuiper,

ceiling
split.

stick
in my lungs
with

each
undulation,

equulei
equuleus.

i'm champ
you're the bit.

grout

red wine sticks
to your flat pulse of
tongue

a messy tile
due to
weathering

exposing time
puckering
wildly flicking
and stuttering.