Month: April 2020

Just sitting and writing at the table because

My desk has too many books on it and other Shit and suddenly there’s a knock at the door I pretend I’m not in I want to write I want There’s banging at the door and it gets loud In my head and so I’m getting up to go to

Twelfth Night Live and Online

There’s a love beyond a fuck that lasts And a fuck beyond love too short they Meet constantly like in a cheap Shake- spearian comedy mistaken and struck By tragedy but still living and awaiting True recognition these siblings these Comrades these necessary parts of one All mixed and split

You’ve got some jam on your lip and

I don’t say You’re making me new to your eyes They could be yellow if I could look Above the floor your bright shoes And you gave me your ‘slut dress’ so that I could Give Myself At home in the quiet I jut my hips and Massage my lips

Looking at myself in the mirror tonight

Wearing my dad’s robe and pink knickers We used to call all robes dressing gowns But if I say I’m wearing my dad’s dressing Gown you won’t quite get it the burgundy And navy striped flannel not the silk I Bought for myself and not the hospital Gown they wrapped

Sir Harry Wotton

To God, I’m Ill You’re the universe but that’s just pain in me now Crying on the couch loveless and miserable sick I need a drop of Christ’s weepings or something It’s not a matter for hospital beds and hypodermics An ear of David’s seed to suck and chew so

The sun comes up earlier now

And most of my daylight hours The wireless box flashes non-responsive I’m losing my sleep and dream And wandering time there’s not Enough dark in the moonlight to Hide the world from my eyes Illuminate the ravings of a heady Projectionist flashing unrealities in The quiet black in the room

The rush of blood as deepest tidal waves

Roll in just to pull away sun drenched Beaches sucking up stones and sand glass The regret of the beach washed is the regret Of an emptied vessel the way the tide turns Lingering a moment just to say Drags and pitiful and limp the dropping Heart the sunken pride

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