Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Fat man through the window bagging up his packed lunch under strip lights

Sunday, 13 November 2011

storks in the arteries

the rumbling
muscle underneath
the dip of fabric
that is my pocket

<...made me answer my phone, dumb...>

a parataxis 
of ligament & bone
a dislocation 
of sense from matter

<...it is unexplained, disconnected...>

an accident
an uncomfortable 
glide of cloth
& screen perhaps?

<...a dryness of hope, more likely...>

that way (east) 
there is Poland
& the pure blast 
of Russia beyond

<...extracting revenge, short-twitch on my thigh...>

a tremor in the leg
storks in the arteries
flightless birds, fish rotting 
in their blocked gullets

<...I am ringing, not the phone...>

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

the boy's bicycle chain shivered as his back wheel jumped the curb