Thursday, 26 December 2013


when the dance begins
the follies cease, this
pale cheek follows lightness
intumescent of height, width

Monday, 14 October 2013


you guaranteed an hour
in a second

your goat-like toes
tiptoe the rock below

shaggy dog young
guarded with sentiment
with serenity

dangling on the barge
little boy rebel

lot to your body
your elegant toes

praised your pup
not your bones

like the breeze
comes to you

Monday, 8 July 2013


For what gainsayers say will stand as testament
To the profit of further gainsaying, regarded

Carting ingenuous poetics
To the tip of neutral talent

Mercy in penmanship
Not in fellowship

I now have a position on everything
Within your innings, heart lift


I wait for some desire
To pass from now
To the event

Tuesday, 14 May 2013


Why’d you do it with nothing to round the fact
As you would say, “Drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes!”
As a matron of the Temperance Movement, a participant
Not really participating, but enjoying the quotations of vice
For their sake, as a teacher eating her chalk to spew lessons
Or my racket, beyond every girl’s Rubicon: outclassed

Wednesday, 17 April 2013


The gig is up
for your troubles
and fake jewellery
that you sweated for once
under the moon in your bed

Saturday, 2 February 2013


I had now given the Greeks to the grave
game of spurring. Ajax had played his
jacks for tonight.

Their equations lost to a stark-eye lull.
A riptide anxiety broke the exchange
of warm beer, recall and focal laughs.

Retreat: the enclosure of a mystic.
That wooden-fixed anchoress that
never fixed her hair for love, never
toiled the earth for a showing, but
pitied herself to recollect her Trinity.

Fallen men became breakfast, stuck to
a ruined bed that was her square for
an uncomfortable bliss that was sure
and the vehicle for our heaven.

Tuesday, 22 January 2013


Sleep and fawn the memory
You sold for a vertical drip
They call a cure

Your recovery
You’re laughing
At the lighting