o soft lantern, teach me
how to gleam
in spite of petty falcons.

rainfall tangoes on my tongue
it tastes like metal tonight my
bullet teeth could say anything

two purple books sit tails between
their legs on my coffee table ran
-som notes to my temporal cortex

low speakerbuzz like a 1979 sci-fi film
i cast my mind like fishhooks;thewires
a two-stop tramline everything will be

ok?

she is
       the almost-there

    in the middle of
        
                this cosmic
rodeo show

some free limb
loose lip
              prayer

      the figure8

(or headspin
i.suppose)

kicks up
           recycled
se(nt)(d)iments

& its such
     such a thing

to write & write

& pray you
               extract
  the heartgame

the endfelt true

everythings.
everything4you

i can taste it like sand swilled
around my pillar teeth it hides
juuust behind my tongue u c?

do u c? look into my mouth
and ******* 7am breath c
the fact im no warmer than

a hot spring or kettle
im barely a man ach
ing like the fault line

she crumbled,
                                   out of
the envelope & into
                               my palm

  dissolved into my fingers
in her own world breaking
                                         way

in there,where two magpie
sit                      cross-legged,
the air carries kismet like a
newborn                     crying
    at the very semblance
of the long      walk     away.

sleepdrunk and riddled
with the thing between
the blinks;

                  boneneedled,
it knits me some axonic
skiprope fuckyou prize.

as the drumline spiels his deal,
his baseless accusations ring
the bell behind your eyes! sing!
mimic his air! your cacophonous snare
shouts like an astronaut on a space-walk

promise! never let the cold take hold
of your reptile brain; you're half unsaid!
why must you let the louder half spread
his legs in ecstasy? you deal in chastity!
who are you? some sci-fi *****?

you can't be saved from your retroflex grave,
so dare to live where no rhyme scheme toes
the line of cosmically acceptable prose
see? nothing matters!  - this jawless chatter
asks "who are you? some cerebral *****?"

"an ugly *****!!!" you might retort
but self-awareness does not absolve
the sins of online vanity; dissolve
me, untrue - drown in pixels green and blue
or wake up
                     in the nothingness
                                                     ­  of the space-walk

the
little
pant,

the rolling
purrs the dove
trills in c,

the hard-resisted
shiver the warm
-femured touch
the spinal
archway,

surging
haptic
lovetap.

springtime stay forever            please
breathe & sicken me        more&more

take no ideas from the groundwet
                                                     mulch
she is lively             &fresh
omniscient in the way she sweeps

in her swiftness            
                      blossom crawls & sticks
to                  (,unscrapable,you)me

& you,i  would thank  like the blessed
hummingbirds

(oh , if we could fold like hummingbirds)
                        
        who click&clack their sappy jaws
in code of sharp&biting song

,as first so pink&flowery as they are
new                                  in comeliness,

& reject the typical seasons
                      to crushing pearls for fun

she shone like an astigmatism
through the trees. i drove on,
watched her arms like radiance
grab each corner of the sky and
hang it on moonhooks. i savoured
her like a mug of peppermint tea.

when the first watercolours spilt;
yellows kissing oranges bleeding reds,
i held her gaze above my head. she
began to melt the daytime and i felt
her wash down my shoulders. i tasted
her then. i saw her clearer than ever.

swishes Her skirthem
in a swift
        and graceful bow
               &
  a knowing glance
  (the flushed cheeks
   and kissing eyes)
flashes like sparking
                      end of lip
                      
                        striking
                      end of lip

[a one-time coin
                                in the pocket of]
the verb 'to be'

i could cycle through my zoetrope
life & grab the belly fat of fortune;

his lifepink scar
                            bleedinghardtruth

i've laid in light lesser
than your
                    phosphor
escence

the god judgement
which you bestow

on my shoulder
    aching
          gift.

the smelting eye
   of the pale morning
would close in a
   smile;inhale
the daylight between
     each fighting giggle

embrace the caring air
        of reading! take note
  of each of my bleeding
words & palate them
to taste      the true meaning
   of how i love You

every letter belongs,is Yours.
every poem i have
                 laid down to rest
is Yours&Yours forever;
   if only (the sky still glows)
               (You still read them)

the airsick scarf of
                                          /well,nothing/
snakes down My back
as
a familiar hand       might
a pale&flexing spine

enticing'er
               swimming assembly
                     of corpuscles
(&theveneratingrubsofsternum)

ha! no! relinquish the
   cold.     &
   metallic     sting

to Her,so
  svelte,the
succuba
  of chance

to Her,then,
  the sketch of
one schimera

"women
just want
to be

described"
who are the words
i could use to
capture you? to
translate you
to all those
who'll never get
the chance?

i could start with
your hair; just above
the shoulderline that
taught honey how
to flow. your cheeks,
flushed like a late
spanish summer. eyes
and lips like a dare,
your dimples like
a prize. every bit
worth a page.

i couldn't forget
your collarbones
or your waist
or your navel
or your hips
but you are more
than whatever
my poetry
can describe.
you are moments
i see throughout;

the pixie-ring of
tulips, the heron
patiently fishing,
the cloudform
pareidolia i see
from my rooftop.
i feel about you
how i felt about
the mediterranean
sea in my lungs.

those poor *******
can write
and describe you
how they wish.
i will carry on
catching you
in the corner of
my eyes and over
my shoulders
until i can see
you again.

you can barely hear
the train from here.
instead, synthesisers whir
some droid song
to fill the silence
creeping in between us.

the foxtail dropped like a heavy
eyelid - never has there been a
silver thread to tie it to the sky.

two maybe three times a day the
wave
crashes on the surfer but he's
ready
he's seen the tide he's breathed
it
he's drank it and got it all bubbled
up
in his stomach like me with two
feet
on dry land but at least he's in
halfpipe
dreamland dancing the earthtime
groove
at least he knows what he's in
for
i'll just slalom down this beach
in
my petty thematic way and i'll
kick
over the sandcastles in protest
of
this prima nocta glassdust.

hanging out my mind doesn't begin
to describe it! but despite my alcohol
induced hubris the sun has made its
february debut and the birdsong is
married to laughter - who put
the pathetic next to fallacy?
balloon-headed we spoke over
coffee & a pint, putting family to
rights and friends in a bubble. the
world doesn't often show itself, and i
mean truly show itself - pixie-ringed
and kitten-eyed - but today you
teased it out with little more than
the breath between your words.
look at that, i feel better already.