il est minuit

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2011-10-25T21:24:00.000-07:00

no tears I have
cried and pissed enough
a glint by the shed.
Keyshine? Immobile
I lie a liner in
drydock

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2011-10-23T13:43:00.001-07:00

a cloud dances
over a roof patch
I need to nail down
before the half brick
slips
once I get my back upright

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2011-10-22T12:32:00.001-07:00

sluggish stick
of fig through hole
a leech against the thigh
lint coated no doubt
a slice is what we need
pumpernickel, that's the ticket

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2011-10-20T14:35:00.001-07:00

laundry ammonium tang
cloth nappies
soak in a bleaching bucket
dry ones hang from a rack
suspended from the ceiling
like a sailor’s cot

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2011-10-20T01:59:00.000-07:00

before bed ablutions
spit on a tissue brings back
how gran would take off
her slippers and whiskey
the corgi would lick her feet
good for her corns

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2011-10-18T21:45:00.000-07:00

bedtime if
I could only get up
then morning again
with no choice in the matter
my green mattress grows damp, still
his shed should buffer the wind

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2011-07-27T15:33:00.000-07:00

earth still here not
open ground staggering down dark
like the night before last
i'll fix me a face
while i wait for her
to find me

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2011-07-27T15:32:00.002-07:00

potted meat now there's
a treat but never lettuce
green water in a leaf
if she could find her way
to a hand-up and tea in a cracked
mug would be a fine thing

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2011-07-27T15:32:00.001-07:00

they are calling for the dog
slipped his leash again
a dog's tongue is a cold
business is she
out or in? out most likely
at the shops

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2011-07-27T13:29:00.001-07:00

give tongue to gull,
tongue to keys unfound,
to cloud; speak
of the dead as if they
were here, how could you
speak otherwise?

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2011-07-27T13:23:00.001-07:00

a cracker in my pocket
i'm sure of it
a cracker and a sliver of cheese
wrapped in tissue
perhaps even a fig
at the bottom of the pocket

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2011-07-27T13:19:00.001-07:00

bright today even
with eyes closed even
when you play the game
of taking away
the back lawn cool on the back
the yap of a neighbour's puppy

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2011-07-27T13:10:00.001-07:00

Sun. I lie
on the back lawn
let the thousand pores of my skin
flower edelweiss novas
I’ll hazard all this
perilous noon

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2011-07-27T13:05:00.001-07:00

how she manages
those shops i'll never know
the damp cabbage and muddy
brussell sprouts not to mention
wrapped mince in brown paper
i shudder to think of it

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2011-07-27T00:22:00.000-07:00

when she comes back
and if she does then there's sure to be
a kindness
and a well then
with your eyes down cast and a
no more again of this business

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2011-07-27T00:20:00.000-07:00

my finger worries
a hole in my right
trouser pocket
upright I
scan the dark lawn
for a glint of keys

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2011-07-27T00:09:00.000-07:00

where once you saw a page
now you see
a white field
blurred by scribble
and a black boulder
fly

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2011-07-26T20:50:00.000-07:00

a fly rests on the leaves
of the book of mind
it does not close
words fade before the fly
fly fills eye
fly fills room and sky

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2011-07-26T16:01:00.000-07:00

truth over stories
the world as it is
not as we wish it to be.
The world. This world.
For this is the only world
there is or shall ever be

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2010-11-28T00:30:00.001-08:00

These notes are nothing
trivialities, tokens
snatched
from the night
seconds before
sleep

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2010-11-23T21:10:00.000-08:00

psychiatry's the new rock and roll
come to mine
and bring your DSM
I know you got me pegged as borderline
but I'm plagued by
wood sprites

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2010-11-20T23:06:00.000-08:00

45: you want to step out of the song
leave the wood if you dare
but she’s still in the water
her back to you
a page
palimpsests faits chair

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2010-11-19T18:16:00.000-08:00

hunter by slow waters
what you cannot remember
with only your words to fill
the limit of her dance
the spaces in your dreams
and no end ever to a never

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2010-11-17T21:08:00.001-08:00

fall of brook
over stone: her name
from this song
is still your name
for her in your
tongue

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2010-11-16T20:59:00.001-08:00

remembrance of her washing
pump water from the courtyard
carried to the basin in a steel pitcher
dawn amber light
shock of mushroom
areola as she turns her back

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2010-11-13T14:46:00.001-08:00

the swinging door of breath
walking in walking out
midnight
midday
a missed space
or step

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2010-11-11T00:24:00.000-08:00

all those promises of home
of finding nymphs in the wood
by rivers springs wells who could
tell their truths under the mesh of leaves
at the listening place, who
offer the promise of words to fill nothing

51

2010-11-06T12:04:00.001-07:00

at the speaking place
place where the lips speak
moving against the black
the red against the black
a pouring out of speech in speaking
thought in thinking

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2010-10-23T14:57:00.001-07:00

Deneb drowned by a half-moon light
I rake black mowed grass
by the laundry
waiting for sleep
my sole voice in the night singing
'you and me,' 'you and me,' 'you and me.'

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2010-10-20T23:35:00.000-07:00

tired of dice and cards, speculations
hesitations, pauses
shuttling between this and that
lying in the dark for what
must be days or at any rate
the space between days

54

2010-10-20T01:25:00.001-07:00

waiting for a call
or a voice
even my voice if I could
recognise it as such
infinity against infinity
means nothing in my book

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2010-10-19T01:35:00.001-07:00

I loved those
lucky number sweets
my first mother
gave to me as a child
he always wanted the 77
I always wanted the 88

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2010-10-17T21:51:00.001-07:00

Gorji? No, not him, the other one
what was his name?
It's as if it had never been
can you believe it?
As if it had never been
today that is, that was

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2010-10-03T12:35:00.000-07:00

now it’s night
the rain drops, falls
down, not that night
minds day or day
minds night, not that
mind minds at all

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2010-09-26T01:19:00.000-07:00

we are the spaces in between
the holes within the hoops
the midnights make the days
able to pass—you want to play the silence
but you cannot play the silence
with notes or loops

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2010-09-24T22:08:00.000-07:00

my choosing to speak
even if I can't mean what I say this time
my choosing to speak
lets midnight pass
here, now,
the time and shadow of our hands

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2010-09-17T01:52:00.000-07:00

here I have to make do without stories
I'm left with traces, impressions
what's all been thrown together
tohu-bohu
still my voice when I call you
brings your face to me

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2010-09-05T02:27:00.001-07:00

we're just the copies of the copies
but still we love to see the mist rise in the valley
we too are just suspended
and we'll wait as long as it takes to wait
as long as it takes for the wait to take place
as long as it takes for I do

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2010-08-21T03:06:00.000-07:00

all our disastrous stars
charting destinies
destinations, all
our tomorrows one step
outside what we
own or know

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2010-08-08T00:37:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I sit in the laundry
in the late Sunday afternoon light
children tinkle, coins spangle
through trees over the neighbour’s fence
I take-off; I’m unbound
like a Montgolfier balloon

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2010-07-13T21:37:00.000-07:00

I keep a jumble in my head
of all the spaces between the named
of all the numbered items
of all the stars and grains
of all the graceful pauses
the waxes and the wanes

65

2010-06-27T02:02:00.000-07:00

Rien à faire. So unfair
and how to make that nothing
(and how). You wait for midnight
it comes and goes: the space between days
You wait again with nothing
to be gained from waiting

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2010-06-13T00:24:00.000-07:00

Rattle of rain, whistle of wind through cracks
my soundtrack, our pertinent facts
the sound of the morning garden has gone
the sound of the morning garden will come back.
Tell me, tell me, tell me do
what kind of nothing is that?

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2010-06-12T01:40:00.000-07:00

I’ll throw to you
un coup de dés
this truth you throw
your name for me
you'll hear in spaces between tracks
a rustle of labels blowing back

68

2010-06-06T01:06:00.001-07:00

The number one comes after the nothing.
What if the music covered nothing?
You measure the lines, count the beats,
loop the breaks, break the loops
over the nothing, in order for the notes
to be played, the flows to escape

69

2010-05-23T00:22:00.000-07:00

I’m restless, I’m uneasy
I'm not sure about what
the mirror says that being's in the eye
me, I’m not so sure
but music adds something
to a sparrow crossed field of snow

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2010-05-21T23:17:00.001-07:00

A turn of the loop, turning back
I am here, I am still here, waiting
I’m on the step, stepping on the no
my foot’s at your door
there’s something outside your room
my feet at your door, turning back

71

2010-05-16T01:53:00.000-07:00

nothing for music
music for a plain unmarked field of snow
no thing signs for nothing
think again
abominable snow
making me cold

72

2010-05-14T18:44:00.000-07:00

realism is no excuse
for paucity of imagination
correct diction
a matter for the authorities
the transistor's red light on the dresser
Mars low in the south

73

2010-05-09T01:50:00.000-07:00

The War is everywhere now God’s in his ghetto
so embrace the coupled logic of conjunction and catalogue
revert to type but with difference
remove all local referents
treat all intelligences as artificial
each word’s a plum, each bite’s a syllable

74

2010-05-07T16:09:00.000-07:00

Mediocrity is your prerogative

bland brand bands compulsory

the same recycled tongues and identities

mandatory tats and body piercing

just to cross the rope (not much hope)

here in twilight mediacities

75

2010-05-03T22:00:00.000-07:00

Tell me again

tell me again

what I like and what I'm like and how

tell me again

what I'm never to do with you

you always do

76

2010-05-01T16:54:00.000-07:00

I tell you what I'm never to do with you
I'm so sorry my eyes are porcelain blue
you say our words are a child's lost kite
or a discarded newspaper which blows
around a sunday afternoon train station
unwanted spectators to a couple's kiss

77

2010-04-30T17:16:00.000-07:00

You never listened to a single word
you never do
you're too busy telling me
how like the mountain
I can be appreciated from many views
all of them incidentally yours

78

2010-04-24T18:42:00.001-07:00

mountainous

battleship grey breakers

you ride them waiting

for them to push you down

don't raise your arms above your head

don't open your mouth so wide

79

2010-04-23T23:11:00.000-07:00

There was too much conditioner in the morning air's hair
so the morning air looked like Chi Chi
tired in the laundry waiting for the lawn to dry
she's in the bedroom reading a research bibliography
about all those tics and signs
all those diagnostic tests for the creeps and the freaks and you

79

2010-04-12T14:00:00.000-07:00

Our homelands are assembled
in the lens of your cameras
our homelands are likely stories
what ya fink den?
what's it going to be then?
marriage like being in a band is bloody murder

80

2010-04-11T14:58:00.000-07:00

We don't do natural: we do theatre

The bride punched black by the bachelors

the bachelors punched out by each other

The bride looking like she packs the biggest punch

Now just act normal before the camera

Talk about breaks music; I'll give you breaks

81

2010-04-11T00:38:00.000-07:00

Rain at the window

candles

you count so as to reassure yourself

that you are moving on

You count down: starting and stopping

dreaming of loops

82

2010-04-10T16:11:00.000-07:00

Counting down the days

just for the sake of it

to stop you forgetting

in your mother's room

the papers coming and going

midnight in the middle of a bad week

83

2010-04-09T17:42:00.000-07:00

The rain lashed against the window like a Mancunian charwoman
throwing her dregs out on the flags
the red light of the transistor radio floated
like a buoy in the room's dark ocean
The concert programme played a string concerto
that tightened all the nerves down my back

84

2010-04-08T17:37:00.000-07:00

I was a tattoo inked on the wrist of an amnesiac agent
trapped in the back alley of a future city
in a world which had put into question all destinies and destinations
I had learnt to treat all intelligences as artificial
hack the Mac, hack the bike, hack the culture
all I had to do was leave my body-shaped box behind

85

2010-04-07T14:43:00.000-07:00

I was a space through which the night’s whorls fell
The fucking rain lashed against the window
like the fucking rain lashing against the window
Like the rain lashing; like a lash
I was a beach at dawn on which one crossed
a performing circus troupe

86

2010-04-06T15:23:00.000-07:00

I was starting to hear the coda
I could feel midnight’s inscription on the night’s dark
sigils, glyphs, curlicues; signatures of impending sleep
I felt though I could not see
the hills of my knees when I sat up in the bed
the concert programme playing another wretched string concerto

87

2010-04-05T22:48:00.000-07:00

Our roots are optical fibers

as dirty as our green fatigues

and we slip on the path

back to the garden

we slip, break, loop

as we mock the mandatory local accents

88

2010-04-03T14:51:00.000-07:00

This music is good
our intervention is by extension
we want new vocabularies
to be spoken at the local
before they close all the pubs and the clubs
It's not the thinking; it's how we're thinking

il est minuit

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45: you want to step out of the song
leave the wood if you dare
but she’s still in the water
her back to you
a page
palimpsests faits chair