MY TROUBLED MIND

My truest friend is gone robbed back to Cornish cobbles, back to what I used to think were wide drains …

Phone screen like a drought plain, like a thousand smacked mouths and split lips run in rivers rushing at the …

The car entered the lot moving slowly, its weight worked at the loose stones, tonnes of steel composed by engineers …

A white picket fence half painted, an open own mixed paint pot no label, tin, ringed grooves, copper colour rust …

A Special Object

Sit and think about the year he said and so I did On my back ‘gainst rough plastic and rope …

I’m on your sidewalk, it’s red and bubbling it’s turning like a spit in the heat huge bodies of automobiles …

I watched the last of yesterday bleed off the river to the tones of trumpet and cymbal; the reeds were …

Playing chess; I feel human, in the animal sense, I feel my tendons grinding and stretching- I am predictable, my …

Everyone is on the scale, I’m told and that’s enough- sometimes contact with an eye scolds like a plate hot …

mmn Maccas? 8.41 Sunday morning, Southern Australia. Inside it is hot and dark. The sun here is like an aggressive …

I wake to a shoal of empty beer bottles- scale-less green fish sitting in summer romance along my window-sill sunk …

Years ago I heard him- I swear I heard him I swear I heard the brass bells dull and grey …

Do you remember the soles of my feet saluting the sky? Do you remember when I kicked the moon with everything …

I felt somehow guilty for what you’d done. You’d hurt yourself and now they knew. Now there was nowhere for …

I find myself leaning into the earth after twenty four years staring into a sheet of glass thick with mist, …

She had come this far, against the odds, tottered down the long, wide road where she walked alone amongst the …

The fine hairs that trace her temple have snatched the weak radiance from up above, like a school of shattered pearls in tune …

He’s close enough to sink into the swirling galaxies and worlds of her pores, close enough to struggle in the whirlpool and …

The infinite shining sun of my childhood is where you sleep, our history fifteen years past, passed faster than can …