The Mundane, Sublime and Fantastical: 165 New Poems (86-90)


2014-08-02 20.54.12


I don’t believe in the reclamation of innocence through the cooling of sheets


Let’s set these sheets on fire

Let’s burn them all night long


I don’t believe in the saving grace of dryers

So let’s set these sheets on fire

After we can descend into hell

& take heaven with us


2014-08-02 20.25.13


Almost  quarter to heartbreak

& I’m picking up pieces of you off the living room floor

I’m replacing your bits neatly into the cupboards


Remember Achtung, Baby?

You shook your head & I laughed

& laughed and laughed

You carried me home, drunk



Now twenty three minutes to merriment & it’s achtung


You & I are marionettes

You & I are marionettes



It’s now ever after

This, too, is ever after

& only ever so


2014-08-03 11.18.32


The signpost just north of August reads:

All skinned passengers keep right


My skinned peeled off on Thursday

In a fit of rage, demanding the right

the need for

Touch who left Wednesday morning


Mine left slamming the door behind her

& the sign reads:

unskinned licensed drivers may keep right


& since I don’t drive

I keep left

Keep being left

Stay left


2014-08-04 16.58.39



What shall I tell my feet?

With what words can I convince my neck to stay
How can I say that we will be okay?

The three of us?

The four of us, since the varicose veins refuse to leave?


2014-08-04 15.47.32


Let’s not sit with young lovers

What with their hands locked, intertwining fingers

She asleep

Lipsticked mouth hanging open

Her head on his chest

He with his heavy eyelids sleep or love,I don’t know

His other hand on her thigh

His hair fallen over the side of his face

& all of us on the bus ready to protect young love

whatever it takes


Let’s not sit with sleeping lovers

We’re sentry, we’re sentry, we’re sentry


We cannot sit with these lovers

Vulnerable , weak, stupid

Falling asleep on the bus

What with interlinked fingers and pinked lips

Her mouth agape, his hair falling across his face

So beautiful, so lovely, so shimmery

I can’t stand it


So let’s not sit with the young lovers

It won’t do




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