I cast windows
From where you refuge.
The more I learn,
The more I escape.
Translate to me.
In languages, I speak none.
(Jun 2010)
I cast windows
From where you refuge.
The more I learn,
The more I escape.
Translate to me.
In languages, I speak none.
(Jun 2010)
For Jack who is dead, his rapid-shrinking carcass
acrobat on my wall.
Splat! ‘Here goes one more bloody…’
my brother flipped out
while I sleep
like a senseless: muse-bleat
flitting in repellent-fumes
Jack The ripper had difficulty breathing
while I sleep
my 21st birthday-sleep.
Bruising waves of time
scratching stretches
book racks after poems
I hear from loneliness
the shaking brutality
of getting used to,
the inescapable stir
on feeding it to memory.
The knowingness of memory’s instinct
heavier than the burden of flies
on dead skin.
(July, 2009)