Friday, April 24, 2020

the night i saw magnetic

the night i saw magnetic 
flash along the highway 
a new mother merging from what is schooled 
cowardice comes to mind as love does 
the opportunity to speak one mind does not garantee 
and the hand which comes in flashes of light 
and in food or dirt (of which we do not know the contents) 
has already been us 
passed through 
it is returning 
and neither of us ever really 
walked away 
or covered up
completely naked 
with all that is naked and spirit 
metal pooling on a slow road 
melting inward 
towards the same body of water 
the one i check in on 
and quickly tell my secrets 
and i make a home there 

Thursday, April 16, 2020

roberta flack

in the rain there is a losslessness
and in many things meaning and when observed again 
none at all
you wonder at your desk why this frustrates you
and what said to lean in to the 
anything

new body you hope for 
actual love
knowledge of that
final draft
white room
rain cap
rain heart
fine comb

i have given myself writing in times of pain
i know you have given the tv
or the gossip
gospel drinking
and darling 
that word
broken into it
"it is you who i adore
it makes no difference"

i just want love
hole 
i just want love
boring
i just want love
tired
i just want love
society machine man says the marker i stand wherever you want man
ill do it yeah sure why
not
why be a 
what says the data 
boring 
i just want love darling 
says the word again
says it won't be long 
never won't be long 
like everything that is 
tell me tell me 
tell me 
tempt me with the bull and cage and i can go in to it then
that says hello i think
i feel pulled nicely
play talking
i just want love
and that is 
and that is
and that is 
being someone else 
always or never for a moment and i mean that

a wonder where you can get 
without someone to say it is alright


finally time to think

incredible
again
that is funny
unbelievable again
you're kidding

all while the body is in habit
time to think
while the body is in habit
a whole while

supermarket

reminded again of the transcendental
just been living as another name for a while
and im sure that too is temporary
same problem every day
wondering when it ends but knowing
it doesn't
no more parties
then
no more ashes still burning
but we have been doing it for decades
the demolition
all that raging home
come to see me
come to meet me
no more parties
on the power
tonight on the power
stacking up
building
bending and then working perfectly
running machine
humming
beat
all to the whole world
to quiet

Monday, April 6, 2020

sweet noon

and that is it 
in the hands countless rehearsed miracles 
waiting for permission 
like a beat 
or a whistle 
but sound is constant 
and always late 
so it feels as if it hasn’t arrived and so my hand which in the memory of sound  becomes desire 
like most things 

Friday, April 3, 2020

blessed love

bright morning
helping myself to the ignition
the pedal
everything i could even try to grab 
holding a kind of ball between ones knees for a whole
day and 
of any day 
it is the day you do the absolute most
stupid soul
sing today
as i know you can
help me


Tuesday, March 31, 2020

you are

you are a 13 year old girl 
and after that 
it is only love 
in the sun 
and in the brick underneath you
shining 


Sunday, March 29, 2020

prayer

new sky
and death many times is what i have come to know
sharp
that is a drum
rhythm is legs and trust
through the kitchen and driving and sometimes sex
let go of the wheel
many times
many times again
the same words arrive until they are solved
wondering if
are we overwhelmed yet



Thursday, March 26, 2020

bookshelf

snapshotting what is important 
learns many about the now 
learns many about home and of food and of distraction 
the existential 
the existential 
the existential 
then 
warm potato
a film in another language 
a text message about a hard day 
a record left rolling into sex 
i stand the grandest and smallest of stages
and let everything else hum quietly 
and let everything else curdle strangely to fit this
which means 
you say we will buy seeds on the weekend 
a garden starts like a fire 
starts well after fire 
be’s bothered 
is concerned 
calls family 
has time to sit and remember calmly 
rather than quickly which is tension which is trauma which is habitual 
really local 
entering into the safe and closing from within 
finally 
it is singing in the underground 
howling and the real rhythm 
and rhythm is ocean and music and living and holding
it is soil
which is human
it is our own personal god
on the bookshelf not yet up 
but hoping 
after years of neglect
to one day be up

Monday, March 16, 2020

call the doctor

what tastes sweet 
convincing yourself of at the very least one constant 
and then touring to another 
couples are alone too 
but that’s an example 
in the bass 
in the stomach 
wear the skirt is easy to say 
easy words 
but not in the bullet of throat or thought  
now i am not in it 
as in i am vulnerable  
because you are scared of aging does not mean i am as the jar lid dries
there is no mother jar 
bass again 
rhythm heat being the outside one together in a room 
but very distant 
what comes up on the machine 
what shows up 
i’m showing up now that’s what i’ll say to myself 
doesn’t work 
quickly 
but surely 


so much evil just to have you on my side 
it is an endless invisible woman 
forever 
and matching comes sometimes 
it is 
momentum 
or 
what gets loud quickly 
waiting room 
holding time 
hey to yourself quickly 
stop 
then stop again
you haven’t actually stopped 
you think i am a joke 
be aware 
wake a point 
stop a sentence 
make a point 
take time and sorrow 

as in memory

Thursday, June 27, 2019

i will not answer what it means to bleed

“oxidising: a process where the vessel surrenders itself to
the same element that enabled
it to perform. matter gains a
corporeal sensitivity when it exists
in a constant state of flux”

- hosler and hallyburton (2019)

at a distance, for most eyes, red will be the hardest colour to see
and red is pain 
as green is 
or blue 
and pink was a gavel and a belt 
and now it’s a fuck you 
now it’s a vested interest 
now it’s something to invest in
you can make money off pink 
which is red 
pink doesn’t exist 
except as distant red 
informal pain 
and slightly harder to see
a like-pink wound 
can be learning 
the sure incision of yes
growing in the thick bile
of 
yes
yes is relief
and so is pink
and pink is inside and sometimes it is outside the body
or on top of it
or sewn in
or taken in a pill to invert reality
or injected
or carried by charisma or lack there-of 
the body does 
as it is done upon
and this is what power may be 
a conversation on control 
like helium 
fills a room and is unnoticed
unless ignited or startled
or if we speak too close
we may hear the rearranging of power
the tightening of aluminium
where solidifying becomes a choice
to surrender to oneself means to listen 
which is to  engage with power
a dress fitting of control  
a daily exercise in solidity
and then a memory 
remains 
when control is burnt
or pressurised 
or current
becomes frightening and alluring
looks like time
feels motivating or motor
and that’s all you can see or do
and you do not take your shoes off to enter 
you drink at the burial 
like most do 
and close your eyes for a while to think
and you watch pink
which is now volcanic 
wet molten in the pool
and i hope you are jealous that
some have found an invisible rhythm 
like gas 
and you or we 
have no idea what is coming 
and that will often fill a room
and may offer some relief